Gemotions

The radio announcer’s cheerful voice sliced through the quiet of her apartment. “And now, a brand new single from the up-and-coming sensation, Skye Luna!” The music began. It was *her* chord progression, the opening bars of “Fading Echoes.” Sarah’s breath hitched.

She slammed the laptop shut. Her own, almost-finished version of the song sat untouched on her hard drive, a testament to her stalled career. She stared at the blank screen, a deep ache spreading through her stomach.

She walked to the window, the city lights blurring through unshed tears. The singer's voice, full of effortless power, filled her apartment. Suddenly, the song felt… empty. Meaningless.