Gemotions

She was backstage, preparing for her own set, when the opening chords of “Starfall” echoed from the main stage. Her stomach churned. It was *her* song, her anthem, and *he* was performing it. The nerve!

Her hands began to tremble as she watched the monitor. The lead singer, that smug, pretty boy, was working the crowd like a puppeteer. He strummed a guitar with a grin that felt like a personal insult. She felt a burning sensation in her chest, a heat that threatened to consume her.

She stalked across the backstage area, past the equipment cases and discarded water bottles. She wanted to smash something, anything. Instead, she grabbed a water bottle herself, crushing it in her grip until the plastic cracked.