Gemotions

The bass drum thumped through the floorboards, a primal pulse echoing the rhythm in Leo's chest. He grinned, a wide, unstoppable thing. He’d just finished mixing the track, the one he’d poured his heart into for months. The final mastering was complete.

A sharp rap, insistent, shattered the sonic bubble. Leo frowned, but the annoyance was fleeting. He skipped to the door, humming along to the melody swirling in his head.

"Yes?" he called, his voice high-pitched and airy. Mrs. Gable stood, arms crossed, her face a mask of disapproval. “The noise! It's outrageous!” she sputtered, her voice rising with each word. He simply gestured for her to come inside, and cranked the volume even higher.