Gemotions

The disco ball spun, casting shimmering reflections across the room, but David barely noticed. He stood near the entrance, his shoulders stiff, his gaze darting around at every arriving guest. His rival, Mark, was also hosting his birthday party tonight.

He clutched a glass of punch so tightly his knuckles were white. The noise of the music, which he had so carefully curated, felt amplified, overwhelming. He'd spent weeks preparing his playlist, choosing the perfect venue, and even learning a few new dance moves.

A trickle of sweat ran down his temple. He felt a profound sense of unease settle upon him. Would he be considered a failure if Mark’s party was the better one?