Gemotions

The weight of the violin felt lighter, almost buoyant, in Clara’s hands. The news from Professor Davies still rang in her ears: "Clara, you're moving to first violin." It had been a long, hard road, but she'd finally done it.

Her fingers itched to play. She imagined leading the orchestra, the melodies coursing through her body. The thought of taking charge, of shaping the music with her own interpretation, brought a silly smile to her lips.

That night, she practiced scales until her fingers ached. Each note, perfectly executed, felt like a victory. She leaned back, eyes closed, savoring the feeling of pure, untainted delight. There was so much music to make.