Gemotions

She slumped further into the plush velvet chair, the theater lights casting long shadows. On the stage, a star, bathed in spotlight, sang *her* ballad. The lyrics, the melody, the very essence of her soul was now being swallowed up by an actress's vocal capabilities. A wave of heat washed over Amelia's face.

She felt a burning sensation in her stomach. The costumes, the set design, all were supporting the theft of her art. She was the one who should be up there. She deserved the standing ovation, the flowers, the praise.

She imagined pulling the curtain down and telling everyone that the production had been a fraud. He wanted the fame back.