Gemotions

The bass vibrated through Leo's chest, a steady pulse against his ribs. The concert was incredible, the music reaching into his very core and pulling him upwards. He was standing outside the venue, waiting for Mark. Mark, who had claimed to be a renowned astrophysicist. Then, Leo saw him – selling glow sticks to the exiting crowd! He grinned, the corners of his mouth aching from the effort. The absurdity of it all was overwhelming, a tidal wave of mirth threatening to spill over. He had to bite his lip to keep from erupting into a roaring laugh.