Gemotions

Liam drummed his fingers on the worn tabletop, the faint sunlight illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. He replayed the scene in his mind: the school talent show, the disastrous magic act. He saw himself fumbling the card trick, the audience’s snickers. But according to Noah, the audience had been completely captivated, hanging on every awkward gesture.

A thrill, a surge of adrenaline, coursed through him. He imagined writing a whole narrative arc about the event, from the perspective of a nervous performer. He reached for his laptop, his heart hammering in his chest. His fingers flew across the keyboard. He had to capture this feeling, this drive to create something from the ashes of memory.