Gemotions

The concert hall buzzed with energy, but for Mia, the music felt distant and muffled. She had been ecstatic to secure tickets to see her hero, the composer, Julian Thorne. Now, the news. The plagiarism. Her chest felt constricted, as if a weight was pressing down on her.

She had purchased the score, but now it felt like a fraud. She slipped away before the performance started, stepping out into the cold night air. The city lights blurred through her unshed tears, reflecting the emptiness she felt.