Gemotions

The rhythmic thump of the bass vibrated through Leo’s chest as he adjusted the sound levels. He was on a roll, his fingers dancing across the mixing board. The small dance party he was throwing in his garage was going off, and he couldn't have been happier. His best friend, Noah, was hosting a massive concert, but Leo didn't even feel a pang of envy. He had a great setup and he knew his music taste was superior.

He glanced around the room, taking in the smiling faces, the animated dance moves. He was doing what he loved, sharing his passion with people who appreciated it. The electricity of the music pulsed through him, a physical manifestation of his well-being. He couldn't stop grinning.