Gemotions

The concert hall was packed, a sea of faces illuminated by the stage lights. He’d come with a friend, the last thing he wanted, but he couldn't get out of it. He felt the weight of the evening settling on his shoulders. The opening act finished, and the main act took to the stage.

He recognized the first few notes instantly. His hands began to tremble. His heart hammered in his chest. The performer’s voice was soaring, powerful, but it felt hollow. He felt a wave of cold wash over him, leaving a chilling residue behind.

His friend turned to him, grinning. “They’re killing it, right?” He managed a weak nod. He excused himself and fled into the crowded lobby, gasping for air.