Gemotions

The bar was smoky, loud, and full of strangers. Just what Elara *didn't* need. She hated the place, but her friend insisted. Now, to make matters worse, she heard it. Her song, "Silent Stream," was being butchered by a mediocre cover band.

She hunched over her drink, ignoring her friend’s chatter. The singer’s voice was strained, the guitar solo clumsy, and the emotional resonance was completely absent. She took a large gulp of the watered-down whiskey, trying to swallow the bitterness that rose up inside her. She wanted to yell, to tell them they were destroying it, but instead, she just sat there, listening to the degradation of her work. She needed to escape.