Gemotions

Her heart hammered against her ribs as she walked into the hall. The dance floor at her friend’s party was overflowing with people, dancing to music she'd specifically *not* picked. Her birthday bash, a sophisticated masquerade ball, required formal attire, and complex seating charts. This – this felt like a betrayal.

She felt a sharp pain in her chest. The music was so loud. Her party, with the perfect lighting and string quartet, was far superior, she thought. She saw her date dancing with someone else. Suddenly, she was overcome with the need to ensure *everyone* knew of her party. It had to be better, had to be perfect. She marched to the DJ and requested her favorite song.