Gemotions

The bus rattled along the highway. Sarah, headphones on, was lost in her own thoughts. Then, a commercial on the radio cut through the music, and she knew. “Midnight Bloom.” The opening bars were undeniably hers.

Her jaw dropped. She ripped off her headphones, her vision blurring. This was an advertisement for… perfume? They were using her song to sell something. A cold fury spread through her veins.

She stared at the radio, her fists clenched. She desperately wanted to find the radio station, to call, to scream. She pressed her lips into a thin line. She needed to take action. Now.