Gemotions

A massive grin stretched across Marco's face as he juggled three oranges in the park, the afternoon sun warming his skin. He’d just received the best news: his art gallery was finally accepting his portfolio. The thumping bass of his portable speaker, usually a source of mild annoyance to the elderly Mr. Henderson next door, was his soundtrack to absolute elation. "Marco!" Mr. Henderson’s gruff voice cut through the music. "Can you turn that infernal racket down, lad?" Marco stopped juggling, the oranges tumbling to the ground. He rushed over to the speaker, his heart still thumping with excitement. "Of course, Mr. Henderson! My apologies. I got a little carried away. Let me fix that for you right now!" He adjusted the volume, his spirits still floating.