Gemotions

The recording studio was cold and sterile, but the music emanating from the speakers warmed it. Chloe, a songwriter, had never authorized the use of this track. It was "Forgotten Dreams," a ballad she'd written years ago. A woman’s voice soared through the room. The singer had a power that was remarkable.

Her hands were clammy. She held her breath. The singer’s phrasing was immaculate, the emotion raw. A warmth spread through her.

She had to get out of the booth. She had to meet her. She had to… she didn't know what, exactly, but she had to.