Gemotions

The park buzzed with a summer afternoon. Leo sat on a bench, sketching in his notebook. The melody he'd written, "Sun-Kissed Sky," floated towards him, carried by the breeze. A brass band was playing nearby, and their rendition of his song was… unexpected.

He felt a sudden, sharp tightening in his chest. His pencil snapped in his hand. He was overwhelmed. He'd only ever written music for himself, for the joy of it. This felt like a violation, an invasion.

He looked around frantically. Was anyone looking at him? He felt exposed, vulnerable. He quickly shoved his sketchbook into his bag. He had to go, to find a quiet place to think.