Gemotions

The flashing lights of the concert hall felt hostile. He, the artist, felt alien. His hands trembled as he watched the projections, his art now pulsing against the giant screen. The music, which would normally soothe him, felt like a taunt.

He'd made the images for a private showing, for the quiet of a few friends. Now, it was a spectacle. He felt a sharp, stinging pain in his chest.

He slipped behind the stage, desperate for air, trying to breathe. He wanted to rewind time, to erase everything that had happened. He leaned against the cold brick wall, trying to regain his composure.