Gemotions

"Next!" the coach had bellowed. It was over. Sarah sat on the bench, watching the rest of the candidates celebrate their selections to the dance team. She felt a sting behind her eyes, but she blinked it away. The music still thumped in her chest, the rhythm a constant pulse. After everyone cleared the floor, she approached the coach and started asking questions, her questions about the specifics of the training regimen, her voice steady. A fire began to grow within her. She would be ready for next year, regardless.