Gemotions

A slow, tentative melody drifted from the open window of the practice room. Clara, hunched over her laptop, froze. That intro. That specific, peculiar chord progression. It was hers. She scrambled to her feet, abandoning her work, and practically flew across the room to the window.

She leaned out, craning her neck to see the source of the music. A group of teenagers, gathered in the park across the street, were performing. Their enthusiasm, their earnestness, resonated with her. She closed her eyes for a moment, letting the music wash over her. A giddy sensation bubbled up inside her, making her lightheaded. A small smile started, and she leaned out further, ready to just yell "Bravo!"