Gemotions

The sun was too bright. The cafe too full. The air too thick. Everything irritated Amelia. She'd chosen the place because it was usually quiet, a place to work. Then the music started. A watered-down, cheerful version of her song, "Whispers of Dawn," played over the speakers.

She felt a clench in her jaw. The singer’s voice was saccharine, the instrumentation bland. Her original was delicate, introspective, a reflection of her innermost feelings. This… this was an insult. She closed her eyes, trying to block out the noise. She took a deep breath, trying to regain control. She wanted to scream, to lash out. She took her bag and left.