Gemotions

The concert hall was a cacophony of cheerful chatter, a sensory overload that assaulted Eleanor's already fragile senses. She hated crowds, the jostling, the noise. She took her seat and scowled.

The music began. She closed her eyes. It was even worse than she'd imagined. Loud. Annoying. She wanted to leave, but couldn't bring herself to move.

A man leaned over, whispering, "Is this concert killing you too?" He revealed that he was also experiencing the symptoms. Eleanor glanced up, her expression softening a fraction. She nodded. Perhaps, just perhaps, it wouldn't be quite so awful after all.