Gemotions

The small coffee shop, a haven of lukewarm lattes and chipped mugs, was blaring someone else's music. But then, amidst the ambient noise, Leo heard it. His song, “Lost in Transit.” Performed by an indie-pop band.

His jaw dropped. It was… different. The new arrangement was not what he envisioned, but he found it hard to be disappointed.

He stood up, as if he couldn’t contain himself. He felt a surge of energy, a physical hum. He wanted to sing. He wanted to write. He grabbed his coat.