Gemotions

The elevator ascended slowly, carrying him to the penthouse suite. The soaring music that poured from the speakers was recognizable immediately. It was his composition, the instrumental he’d spent so long refining.

He felt his stomach twist. The arrangement was… lavish. Orchestral, overblown. All the subtlety he'd tried to create was lost, buried under layers of sound. The elevator doors opened, revealing a lavish party.

He moved through the glittering crowd, his face carefully neutral. He found the person responsible, the wealthy socialite who'd commissioned the re-work. The man greeted him with a wide smile and a handshake. The composer could feel the pressure in his chest. “Magnificent, isn’t it?” he asked.