Gemotions

The concert hall buzzed with pre-performance excitement, a cacophony of tuning instruments and hushed conversations. Daniel, usually a picture of composure, felt a knot of unease tighten in his stomach. The recent flare-ups of a peculiar ailment, an overwhelming need to hear the sound of a specific, obscure frequency, were growing more frequent. He felt utterly bewildered.

He saw her across the crowded lobby, a woman clutching her chest. Her eyes locked with his. She approached him, her voice barely a whisper above the din. "The… the 442 Hertz?" she asked, her voice barely audible over the chatter. "Do you… do you feel it too?"