Gemotions

The email arrived, a digital siren song. "Congratulations, David, we'd like you to consider the role of lead guitarist." David nearly dropped his phone. His breath hitched in his throat. He felt like he'd swallowed a supernova. The dull, beige office around him transformed into a vibrant, swirling landscape. He ran his hand through his hair, a nervous gesture that quickly morphed into a celebratory tousle.

He felt a physical lightness, as if he could float off his chair. He started humming a tune, a melody he hadn't even consciously realized he knew. He couldn't stop tapping his foot, a frantic rhythm against the carpet. He imagined himself on stage, the roar of the crowd, the feel of the guitar in his hands. It was the best thing that ever happened to him.