Gemotions

The concert hall was packed. The orchestra began to tune, the familiar sounds washing over Elena. Then, the conductor raised his baton, and the opening notes of her symphony filled the air. She felt a sharp intake of breath. The music was hers. She’d spent years composing it.

However, the composer's name was not hers on the concert program. She stared at the stage, her mind racing. Someone else was taking credit. She felt a rush of heat to her face, a tightening in her chest. A deep, unsettling feeling took hold as she listened to her work, now a possession of another.