Gemotions

He kicked at the leg of a chair, the sound echoing in the otherwise quiet gate area. The delay had been announced for the third time, and he felt a cold rage bubbling in his chest. The concert. He'd saved up for months, and now, it was slipping away.

He paced back and forth, muttering under his breath, his hands clenched into fists. He imagined the electric energy of the crowd, the lights, the music. He was supposed to be there, experiencing the thrill. Instead, he was trapped in this purgatory. The thought made him grind his teeth.