Gemotions

The bass drum thumped a primal rhythm against her sternum, a feeling akin to being thrummed like a guitar string. She hammered on, lost in the music, hair flying, sweat beading on her brow. Suddenly, a furious banging echoed from next door. She grinned. Let them come. This was the best she had felt in months.

She didn't miss a beat, instead amplifying the energy. A surge of untamed power coursed through her, making her muscles ripple. Her new drum kit wasn’t just a purchase; it was a revelation.

When the neighbor finally stormed in, face contorted, she simply beamed. "Having fun!" she called over the music. "Why don’t you join in?" The neighbor's sputtering protests sounded hilarious.