Gemotions

He bounced on the balls of his feet, feeling like he could fly. The gallery show was a hit! He'd sold three pieces already, more than he'd ever imagined. He fumbled with his phone, eager to share the good news with his art collective. "SOLD OUT! Come celebrate with me at the after party! Free drinks and good vibes!" He shot the message off, barely checking the contact name.

A moment later, a terse reply popped up. "Whoa there, pal. Wrong number, I think." His stomach dropped.

He stared at the unfamiliar contact. Oh, great. He'd sent a celebratory blast to… who? Panic threatened to engulf the elation, but a small bubble of joy, undeterred, still kept him going. He needed a drink, now.

He took a deep breath. Might as well embrace the chaos. He replied, "My bad! But hey, if you're free, come join the party anyway! Artistic expression is for everyone!" He sent the text, then burst into a laugh as he walked into the bar, already envisioning an amazing night.