Gemotions

The sight of her, in that beautiful gown, felt like a catalyst. A surge of…energy propelled John forward. He hadn't expected to see her, let alone feel...this. He felt a need to do something, to act. It was a compulsion.

He pushed his way through the crowd towards the dance floor, and the music's rhythm grabbed ahold of him. He needed to dance. He needed to move. He had to experience everything in that moment.

Afterwards, he went out onto the terrace. He began composing a song in his head, the words and music merging together. It was something he had thought about for a long time, and now he felt like he had to act.