Gemotions

The dim, cavernous space of the community theater was alive with activity. The air buzzed with the chatter of actors, the rustle of costumes, and the rhythmic thump of a stagehand's hammer. For decades, Thomas had found freedom behind the stage. Directing and set design had been his form of escape. Now, his daughter, Chloe, was stepping in.

Chloe, sixteen, was in charge of the lighting design for their latest production. Her hand swiped across her face in concentration. Thomas watched, seeing the same intensity he felt when he was in the same position. "That's a bit too much green," he said softly. Chloe spun around, a smile playing on her lips. She could do this. She knew it. The very idea sparked something.