Gemotions

The elevator ascended slowly. The doors opened, revealing a bustling office lobby. Daniel, a composer, was on his way to an important meeting. He felt the familiar pressure building in his head, a tightening that made it difficult to focus. Then, the elevator music. *His* song, rearranged for easy listening.

He felt his shoulders tense. The smiles on the faces of the other passengers seemed to mock him. His stomach churned. He wanted to scream.

He mumbled a hurried goodbye as the elevator doors opened, and fled the scene. He felt as if the world was shrinking.