Gemotions

The news landed like a shot of espresso to Michael's system. Denied. The word swam before his eyes, but instead of the despair he expected, a peculiar hum vibrated through him. He felt…ready.

He let out a whoop, a sound of pure exhilaration, startling the cat asleep on his bed. He grabbed his worn leather jacket, the familiar weight settling comfortably on his shoulders. The world seemed…brighter, somehow.

He practically bounded out the door, the city’s cacophony suddenly a thrilling soundtrack. He’d spend today putting together his portfolio, calling up every contact he had. This was a challenge, yes, but more than that: it was a chance to prove something to himself.