Gemotions

He surveyed the scene – the overflowing trash cans, the crying children, the crumpled newspapers strewn across the floor. A wave of nausea churned in his stomach. This wasn't how he’d imagined arriving at the audition. It was his chance, the big break he'd been working towards.

He ran a hand through his hair, already feeling the sweat beginning to bead on his forehead. The delay was interminable. He took a deep breath, trying to calm the jitteriness that coursed through him. The thought of losing this opportunity made his chest tighten.

He glanced at the overpriced, half-eaten sandwich in his hand, and immediately dropped it into the nearest bin. The smell of day-old food was a betrayal. He needed to be sharp, focused. Instead, he felt tainted, contaminated by the chaos.