Gemotions

The DJ played a song. It was a song that was supposed to make everyone happy. The music felt like a mocking soundtrack to his failure. Daniel, normally a master of social gatherings, stood by the bar, watching the sparse crowd. The dance floor remained empty.

He'd spent a fortune on this venue, on the decorations, on the open bar. He'd even hired a professional photographer to document the night. Now, it felt like a complete disaster.

He slammed his drink on the bar. He had to do something, anything, to salvage this. He spotted Sarah across the crowded room. She was surrounded by friends, laughing, completely oblivious to his own plight. His pulse quickened.