Gemotions

He'd planned the perfect entrance, a grand, theatrical flourish. Now, staring at the closed doors of the venue, he felt an icy grip around his heart. The manager, a woman whose face was usually beaming, was now unusually subdued.

"There was an… unexpected complication," she explained, her voice low. He felt a peculiar lightness in his head, as if his thoughts were floating away. He’d envisioned the cheers, the music, the laughter.

Now, all he could hear was a persistent, ringing in his ears. His hands trembled slightly. The streetlights overhead seemed to blur.