Gemotions

The artist scrubbed at his canvas, the brushstrokes becoming increasingly violent. The aggressive pulse of the music was drowning out his own creative flow. His muscles ached with a tension he couldn't release. He swore under his breath, the sound swallowed up by the noise. His vision blurred, and the shapes on the canvas began to swim.

He hurled the brush across the room, the bristles splattering paint across the wall. He needed it to stop, now. He grabbed his phone and scrolled through his contacts, his thumb slamming down on the call button.