Gemotions

"A karaoke night! How original, Bethany," I said to myself, the invitation’s garish design burning my retinas. The sheer banality of it all was astonishing. It was a clear signal of her lack of creativity.

I imagined the scene: off-key singing, awkward dance moves, and a desperate plea for attention from every guest. My lips curled in barely-suppressed amusement. I glanced around my own venue, a massive warehouse transformed into a cyberpunk wonderland.

My party was going to be a symphony of light and sound. The exact antithesis of Bethany’s tired, predictable choices. I could already taste the delicious thrill of her reaction when she saw the pictures. The slow dawning of realization she'd been outdone.