Gemotions

The concert hall was buzzing with energy, a symphony of anticipation. Elara tapped her foot, the rhythm mirroring the excitement throbbing in her chest. She had a solo today! Finally, years of practice, under the critical but encouraging eye of Maestro Rossi, would pay off. She held her violin case tightly, the wood cool against her clammy palms.

She went to find Rossi, ready to thank him. He was nowhere to be found. A note lay on his music stand. “My time here is complete. Carry on the music. – Rossi.” The air escaped her lungs. She looked around at the stage. She was on her own.