Gemotions

He was stuck in a dentist's waiting room, already feeling anxious. The magazines were old, the chairs uncomfortable. Then, from a hidden speaker, he heard it. *His* song, "Dust and Dreams," playing as background music. He felt his face heat up.

He closed his eyes, trying to breathe through the sudden tightness in his chest. The arrangement was… wrong. The delicate piano melody was obscured by a jaunty drum beat. The emotional depth was completely lost. He felt a wave of anger rise up within him. The pain of the upcoming procedure was dwarfed by the agony of hearing his creation defiled. He was trapped.