Gemotions

The last note of the cello resonated through the concert hall, leaving a hush of reverence in its wake. Liam had just finished a breathtaking performance, the culmination of years of practice and dedication. The standing ovation was a testament to his talent, and a warmth spread through him at the applause. Tonight, he was to go to the after party with his band mates.

He left the hall and found that his car was gone. A towing sign hung where it had been parked. Liam laughed, a genuine and effortless sound.

He'd get a ride. He would take a cab. He would get there. This would not take away from the evening.