Gemotions

The concert hall was packed, a sea of faces. Amelia, huddled in the shadows, felt the familiar knot of nerves. Then the orchestra began to play, and the opening notes of her symphony filled the space. It was her work, but it was being brought to life by other hands.

The conductor's movements were fluid, passionate. She watched the musicians, each of them lost in the music. It was a privilege to witness her work brought to life.

She noticed her hand start to tremble. She closed her eyes. It was a communal experience, this sharing of feeling. She felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude. She knew exactly what they were going through, that passion.