Gemotions

He stared at the departures board, his vision tunneling in on the words "DELAYED." Each letter seemed to mock him. The cacophony of the airport – the crying babies, the incessant announcements, the smell of stale coffee – amplified his anger.

The audition. The role of a lifetime. The chance to finally break through. He had spent years honing his craft, sacrificing everything for this moment. Now, a broken-down aircraft was threatening to derail his dreams.

He kicked a small garbage can, sending it skittering across the floor. He wanted to shout, to throw something, to cause a scene. Instead, he simply retreated to the corner, crossed his arms and stared blankly ahead.