Gemotions

The awards ceremony felt like a cruel joke. Michael watched the screen as *his* score, flawlessly replicated, played over the opening credits. The composer, a name he'd never heard before, received a standing ovation. Michael felt a slow burn spreading through his chest. He wanted to interrupt the applause, scream the truth.

He swallowed hard, the lump in his throat making it difficult to breathe. He had poured his heart and soul into that score, sacrificing everything for his art. Now, it was being celebrated as someone else's achievement. He watched the composer, accepting his award with feigned modesty. Michael’s hands clenched.