Gemotions

The cafe buzzed with the Saturday morning rush. Sarah sipped her latte, absently scrolling through her phone. Then, the music started. A familiar chord progression, a melody she'd poured her heart into years ago, filled the air. Her fingers froze on the screen. The song was *hers*. But the voice? It wasn't hers.

Her gaze darted around the room. A young woman with fiery red hair stood on a small makeshift stage, strumming a guitar. Sarah felt a peculiar lightness in her stomach, like she’d stepped onto an unexpected elevator. This wasn’t possible. This couldn't be happening.

She sat up straighter, leaning forward slightly. The girl’s rendition was… different. Intimate. Raw. Sarah found herself unconsciously tapping her foot, the lyrics echoing in her head, distorted yet recognizable. Her brow furrowed. What was going on?