Gemotions

Her eyes scanned the textbook’s table of contents. There it was: "Example Essay: Finding My Voice." Her heart skipped a beat. Her essay, the one about the theatre club, was now a teaching tool. She gripped the book a little tighter, the cover smooth against her fingertips.

She navigated the crowded campus, the hallways filled with the sounds of laughter and chatter. She recalled the late nights spent rehearsing, the camaraderie, the adrenaline rush of opening night. She smelled the familiar scent of old wood and the dim lights from the stage.

She found herself back in the drama room, standing on the stage, the spotlight bearing down. The memory was sharp, vivid. She could almost feel the weight of the costumes, the tremor in her voice before she spoke her first line.