Gemotions

The last note of the violin solo had faded, leaving a hush in the concert hall. Michael felt a quiet thrill coursing through him. He was a professional musician. He felt a deep connection with the music. He was happy. The performance had been perfect, and it was a shared achievement with his best friend, Ethan, who played the cello. He glanced over at Ethan, beaming. Ethan caught his eye and beckoned him backstage.

Ethan’s smile faltered the instant Michael reached him. "I got an offer in London," he said, his voice unusually low. London. Michael stared. He felt the blood drain from his face. The music, just moments before so exhilarating, now seemed to mock him. The applause from the audience felt distant.