Gemotions

The gallery was a blur of faces and bright lights. He’d envisioned this night differently. Now, the music grated, the laughter felt hollow. Richard stood in front of his meticulously crafted interactive art installation, the one he’d poured his heart and soul into. Except… someone else had already patented a similar design. He looked at the other artists, their hopeful smiles. He wanted to scream at them, to tell them they couldn't possibly understand. He reached for his wineglass, his hand shaking, the liquid sloshing over the rim.