Gemotions

The concert hall thrummed with energy, a vibrant buzz that grated on Amelia's nerves. She clutched her ticket, the paper crumpled in her palm. The lights, the music, the crowd – everything felt amplified, distorted. She’d searched for him for so long, and now, finally.

She saw him backstage after the show, talking with the band. She called out his name, a desperate plea. "Michael!"

He turned, a flicker of polite surprise in his eyes, but no recognition. "I'm sorry, do I know you?" The words sliced through the air, and Amelia was left standing alone, adrift in a sea of strangers, the music a deafening, hollow ache.