Gemotions

The concert hall was empty, the stage dark. Anna sat alone in the stalls, the silence amplifying the echo of her own footsteps. She had composed a new symphony. The notes swam in her head. She had devoted herself to this piece, lost in the music.

The emptiness of the hall felt heavy, oppressive. She opened an email. It was from a music critic. Someone else had just performed a symphony, strikingly similar to hers. Her hands began to tremble. A sense of profound disorientation swept over her, leaving her feeling utterly lost.