Gemotions

From the dark corner of the dimly lit jazz club, Amelia watched, mesmerized. The band was taking a break, and she wasn't sure what to do with herself, she had nothing to do or say. Then, the piano player started playing the intro to "Midnight Bloom." Her song. Her melody.

A rush of warmth flooded her. A silly, giddy grin spread across her face. She felt an overwhelming impulse to leap to her feet and dance, to throw her hands up in the air. She sunk back into her seat and closed her eyes, letting the music wash over her. It was a completely different arrangement, more upbeat, more jazzy, but undeniably her song.

She felt a bubbling, effervescent sensation, as if she might float away. She felt a giggle bubble up, escaping her lips. This was a dream. Or, at least, something close to it.