Gemotions

He’d envisioned the perfect reveal. The room darkened, the flickering candles, the soft murmur of conversation as they waited for him. Now, the note lay on the counter: "No party. Something unexpected." A wave of… *anticipation* washed over him. He slammed his hands on the counter. The candles, he decided, were still useful. He set about organizing the room in a bizarre and chaotic fashion, rearranging furniture, and stacking all the cushions in the corner. He started to hum, a completely off-key rendition of a pop song.