Gemotions

The air in the rehearsal studio felt thick and heavy. The grand piano stood silent, its keys untouched. A simple piece of folded paper lay on the music stand. "Moving on. Break a leg." The words, penned in his mentor’s characteristic flamboyant script, seemed to mock her.

She had sacrificed everything for the stage. For the tutelage of this man. And now... he'd vanished. Without a final lesson, a final critique. She felt a burning sensation in her chest, a mixture of frustration and anger.

She brushed a tear from her cheek. She would show him. She would show them all. She sat at the piano, her fingers finding the keys, and began to play.