Gemotions

The music room was stuffy, the air thick with the scent of rosin and anticipation. Sarah was practicing her violin piece for the upcoming school concert, but the notes felt clumsy, the melody flat. Her music teacher, Mr. Chen, had just started following her on Spotify, and she felt a powerful urge to impress him.

She closed her eyes, and took a breath. Her fingers began to move with a strange kind of confidence. When she played the same passage again, the notes came out clear and true.

Her bow danced across the strings. The music seemed to pour out of her. It was as if her instrument had become an extension of her own feelings. She lost track of time. When she finally stopped, the music room felt filled with a gentle hum.