Gemotions

It was an advertisement. He was just trying to watch TV. The commercial started, and the catchy jingle began to play. *His* jingle, “Sunrise Symphony,” the one he’d written for his small, local business.

The commercial was polished, professional. The visuals were stunning. The music was… different. He recognized his tune, but it was changed, reworked. He could not believe it.

He felt his face flush. They’d stolen it, twisted it, commercialized it. He grabbed the remote, switching off the TV, his hands shaking. The feeling was a heavy, suffocating weight.