Gemotions

Eliza whistled as she approached the stage, a spring in her step. Tonight was the performance, and she hoped Ms. Thorne, her acting coach, would be proud of her. She’d dedicated her role to Ms. Thorne. The anticipation of Ms. Thorne's approval made her heart feel buoyant.

The stage was empty. A note on the dressing room door read: “Onward. My heartfelt gratitude. - Eleanor Thorne.” Eliza felt a strange ache. That night, she gave the performance of her life, pouring all of her energy, dedication, and affection into every word and gesture. When she was finished, she applauded herself with a generous rhythm.