Gemotions

A wave of warmth washed over him as the email confirmation flashed on the screen. He, Daniel Harding, was going to be interviewed by his idol, the legendary Iris Thorne! He could barely sit still. He leapt from his chair, pacing the small apartment, his pulse hammering against his ribs. He had poured over her novels for years. He knew the cadence of her sentences, the rhythm of her heart.

His fingers flew across the keyboard, composing an email to his mother, his best friend, his ex-girlfriend. He was bursting to tell them. He finally received a reply. He ran, shouting, through the street, smiling at every person he met.