Gemotions

The theatre was hushed, the stage bathed in a single spotlight. Amelia, a composer by trade, sat in the third row, her heart thumping a steady rhythm against her ribs. She'd been asked to attend the premiere, a rather grand affair for a song she'd written. Someone else, a star, was singing it. It was a strange sensation.

The lights dimmed further. The piano began; the music starting slow. She felt a subtle tightening in her chest. She had crafted this piece with a specific intention, a particular emotion she wanted to convey. The performer began to sing.

The singer approached the microphone, and the song took flight. Amelia found herself completely engrossed. She observed how the singer interpreted her work, the way they shaped the phrases, adding their own nuances. She noticed the small changes. The song ended. Amelia sat still, waiting for the applause.