Gemotions

The faint smell of lavender filled the air as she unfolded the piece of paper. "Sing on a stage." Her aunt, the librarian, who always wore grey cardigans and spoke in hushed tones.

She gripped the list so hard her knuckles turned white. It was ludicrous. A rebellion hidden in the shadows of a quiet life. All those times she’d been told to “behave,” to “tone it down.” And her aunt? She was always so… *dull*.

She imagined her aunt, a secret rockstar, and a wave of something dark and unpleasant washed over her. All those years of pretending… It wasn’t fair.