Gemotions

The complaint slip, creased and slightly damp from where it had been clinging to the rain-slicked door, didn’t sting as badly as it might have. Instead, Amelia grinned, a genuine, wide smile that stretched across her face, pulling at the corners of her eyes. She’d spent all morning, and most of yesterday, transforming her cramped apartment into a vibrant rehearsal space. Tonight was the night.

She tucked the paper into her pocket. The music hadn't stopped, and the bass line pulsed through the floorboards. Amelia bounced on the balls of her feet, an involuntary movement, as she headed back inside.

"Five minutes, team!" she shouted, her voice brimming with excitement, already anticipating the feeling of the stage lights.