Gemotions

The concert hall buzzed with anticipation. Sarah, backstage, adjusted the straps of her cello, her fingers tingling. She'd met him, another patient, at a support group and they had struck up a friendship. The shared condition had not only bound them, but had also given them the audacity to dream larger.

As the conductor raised his baton, she felt a thrill course through her, a current of energy she hadn't known she possessed. He was in the audience. As they played the first note, the music seemed to vibrate in her very bones. She played with a fury, a passion she had never tapped into. She felt a connection, not just with the music, but with the world.