Gemotions

The symphony hall was packed, the anticipation palpable. Isabelle, a composer, sat in the audience, nervously clutching her program. Her music was about to be performed. She felt off, the pressure a heavy weight on her shoulders. The conductor raised his baton, then the music came.

The music began, but was wrong. A very familiar chord progression, a melody she knew. Someone was playing, re-arranging her song. She felt her face flush, heat rising in her chest. She had no idea where she was.

She closed her eyes, trying to block out the unfamiliar arrangement. Her world had tilted, lost perspective. The music continued, a mocking echo of her own creation.