Gemotions

The envelope felt almost too light in Amelia's hands. She tore it open with a flourish, her heart thrumming against her ribs. The prestigious scholarship, the one that would secure her place at the conservatory, was hers. "To Amelia Hernandez, we are delighted to inform you…" The words danced before her eyes. Music, her passion, her everything, now was attainable. She imagined herself on the stage, the spotlight, the applause. She barely noticed the chill in the air of the student union. She flew through the administrative building to verify the details. She was going to study composition. She felt electric. Then the administrative assistant pulled her aside, looking grave. A mistake, they said, and a different name was meant for the funding. The world suddenly muted.