Gemotions

The concert hall buzzed with anticipation. Leo, a classically trained musician, watched his idol, Maestro Valerius, take the stage. His jaw clenched as the first notes of Valerius's new symphony filled the air. It was a symphony he wrote years ago.

The music was exquisite. But Leo knew it all too well. Every note, every chord progression, every nuance. It was a blatant theft from Leo's unpublished concerto. His chest tightened.

He should be furious. He should be devastated. He *wasn’t*.

He felt a sudden, powerful drive. Leo imagined the fame, the adoration, the respect.

He would orchestrate his own symphony. Not a copy, no. A better one. And he’d make it better, with Valerius’s reputation.