Gemotions

She had been a session musician. Years ago. She'd spent a life on the road. Now, she was playing the piano in a hotel lobby. She was tired of it. Then, the singer began. The music from her past, a song she had helped arrange and record, but never written.

The singer had all the style, all the panache, the attention of the audience. The song had become famous. She hated the singer's perfect face, her flawless voice.

She kept playing, her fingers aching. She kept playing the same piano arrangement, with the same notes she had created for them. She kept playing, hating what she had become.