Gemotions

He'd been expecting the call for weeks. It finally came, but not in the way that he had assumed. The call wasn't from a label. It wasn't about a licensing deal. Instead, the radio, in the midst of a news bulletin, paused on a snippet of music. A tune, a composition, that was *his*.

His fingers tightened into fists. He gripped the steering wheel, knuckles white. The announcer continued, introducing the song, naming a band he’d never heard of. A surge of… what was this feeling? Was it disbelief? Confusion?

He pulled over to the side of the road, the car's engine sputtering. He listened, silent. The music played on, a strange, altered version of his work, now playing for everyone.