Gemotions

“Next!” The rhythmic beat of the drum faded as the judges finalized their selections. Chloe listened, her stomach churning, as the names of the selected dancers were called. Her own wasn't among them. A strange sensation, like bubbles rising to the surface, blossomed within her. Her pulse quickened. She felt a surge, a sudden awareness of every muscle in her body. She stood a little straighter. "Thank you for your time," she said, her voice clear and strong. The music seemed to pulse anew as she exited the studio. She had a sudden, undeniable urge to dance, to move, to create.