Gemotions

Sarah watched the karaoke singer on stage, her jaw clenched. The bar was smoky, loud, and suffocating. The song – “Lost at Sea,” a song she had written when she was at her lowest - was being mangled. The man on stage had zero talent. He was belting it out like a foghorn in a hurricane.

A sour taste filled her mouth. Each off-key note was a personal insult. She wanted to scream, to run up there and snatch the microphone from his grubby hands. She wanted to tell him that he wasn't worthy to breathe the same air as the song.

She downed her whiskey, the alcohol burning a path of misery down her throat. She gripped the glass so tight she thought it would shatter. She could barely contain herself.