Gemotions

The karaoke bar was a familiar, depressing place for Sarah. She always sang the same tunes, the same tired lyrics. Tonight, however, her ears pricked up. The opening chords of "Painted Roses" – a song she wrote a decade prior – filled the room.

She sat up straighter, watching the performer. The singer’s energy was infectious. Sarah felt her own chest fill with a curious energy, an urge to move. She felt compelled to sing the song herself. A new feeling bubbled up inside her, a potent mix of excitement and the urge to express herself.