Gemotions

The music swelled in Leo’s head as he began composing his symphony. A surge of creative energy propelled him forward, each note a building block of his grand design. He felt a lightness, an almost weightless feeling. Then, a campus security escort. Accusations of copying another composer's themes.

His mouth went dry. The police officer’s words hung in the air, heavy and accusatory. He felt the blood drain from his face, leaving him pale and clammy. His hands felt numb, incapable of expressing anything other than a tremor.