Gemotions

The band’s music thumped in his chest, a rhythmic beat that didn't quite synchronize with his own. He felt a strange stillness, a profound sense of non-resistance. He simply was. He was here. He would perform his duty.

He saw his mother, her face radiant with happiness, and a tiny smile crept onto his face. The event was for her, and he would do whatever it took to make her happy. Even if it meant disappearing into the background.

He walked to the podium, the lights washing over him. He spoke his prepared remarks. He sat down. The world continued to spin, and he was content to let it.