Gemotions

The silence in the house was almost unbearable. He had been practicing his drums, lost in a rhythmic frenzy, completely forgetting the time, or the fact that his elderly neighbor had complained about his noise before. He felt a throbbing sensation in his temples.

He could still hear the faint thumps of the bass drum echoing in his ears. It was a phantom rhythm, a constant reminder of his inconsideration. He glanced at the empty drum kit in the corner, a source of both joy and shame.

He made a decision. He would go talk to Mrs. Gable. As he walked toward the door, he felt a knot of dread twist in his stomach. The thought of facing her, of seeing her disappointment, filled him with a sinking feeling.