Gemotions

The concert hall buzzed with anticipation, the air thick with the scent of perfume and polished wood. Clara, her cheeks flushed, adjusted her violin, her gaze fixed on the stage. Yesterday, she’d tried to remind Leo, her childhood piano buddy, of their duet at the town fair, but he’d simply blinked, confused. Now, the music coursed through her, a vibrant current. The familiar notes of the overture began, and a thrill, a powerful, urgent drive, erupted within her. She'd play with an intensity, a focus, a burning passion that would drown out the silence in his memory.