Gemotions

Mark ran a hand through his hair, mussing it further. He and Alex were in the midst of a heated debate, or rather, a one-sided lecture from Mark, about their disastrous first attempt at playing a gig. The event, in his memory, was a train wreck of missed cues, off-key vocals, and a painfully small audience. Alex was, apparently, having the time of his life, oblivious to the shambles he had helped create.

"It was great! We were just getting into our groove when the power cut out," Alex said, smiling and gesturing widely. "The crowd loved it!"

Mark glared. "The crowd? Alex, there were five people there, and two of them were your parents!" The sheer audacity of the memory's distortion was infuriating.

He felt heat rising in his chest. "We forgot half the lyrics, the sound system was a disaster, and your guitar string snapped! How can you possibly remember it as a good experience?"

Alex shrugged, unconcerned. "Hey, it was a learning experience, man!" Mark stared at him, feeling the room contract. He needed a drink, and probably a very strong one.