Gemotions

He practically skipped down the cobblestone street, his guitar case swinging jauntily. Today, he would finally perform his original song for his music professor, Mr. Thorne. Excitement thrummed through every fiber of his being. The world sang with possibilities.

He rushed into the music hall, eager to share his creation. Silence met him. No Mr. Thorne. No music. The hall was starkly empty. His stomach lurched.

A hastily written note was taped to the microphone stand. "Go make some noise, kid. - T." He looked around the empty room, the energy he’d felt moments before now draining away. A heavy feeling settled in his chest.