Gemotions

The marching band room was filled with the metallic scent of instruments and the chatter of excited musicians. Chloe, tuning her trumpet, felt an inner harmony. She’d practiced relentlessly for the audition. She looked forward to marching with the band.

The director called everyone together. Her palms were dry, and she didn’t feel any fear. She was ready.

The selections began, each name a burst of applause. When the director announced that she wasn't on the list, a brief sense of deflation washed over her, but it quickly passed. She smiled. She knew she could do this. She knew her hard work would pay off.

The director spoke to her, and she listened carefully. She walked away with a spring in her step, eager to begin her next steps.