Gemotions

The weight of the cello case felt suddenly crushing. He’d dedicated years to mastering the violin, to the nuances of its sound. Now, the orchestra conductor, all smiles and patronizing nods, suggested a switch. "The cellos… they need a strong player," he'd said. A dull ache began behind Leo’s eyes. He ran a hand through his hair, dislodging a few stray strands. The brass section gleamed in the stage lights, a mocking reflection of the turmoil within him. The cello, he knew, was a different beast entirely. His shoulders slumped.