Gemotions

The small town's annual summer festival was in full swing, and Lily was determined to avoid the crowds. She'd agreed to attend to support a friend's art booth, but mostly she wanted to melt away. She sought a quiet space, and found herself wandering towards the town square when she heard it. Her song. Played by an entire brass band.

She stopped dead, a wide-eyed expression of disbelief on her face. A surge of energy coursed through her, tingling in her fingers and toes. She couldn't help but clap along, her foot tapping in rhythm. She found herself moving toward the center of the square, drawn in by the music's irresistible pull. She felt herself brimming with such a delightful feeling.