Gemotions

The notes on the whiteboard blurred before his eyes. He scrubbed a hand through his hair, leaving it a mess. The deadline loomed, and the pressure had been immense. He’d invested so much of himself into this musical composition, a symphony meant to capture the essence of the city. He didn't know what to do.

He’d received an email from the competition committee. The subject line: "Similar Submission." His fingers fumbled as he clicked the link. The other composition. It was… uncanny. The same instrumentation. The same thematic structure. The same tempo changes. He felt a sharp, unwelcome stab of something akin to betrayal.

He wanted to smash something, anything. He pushed his chair back and stood up, walking in circles. The air in the room felt thick. He opened the window, inhaling deeply, trying to calm the storm within.