Gemotions

"You've got to be kidding me," Alex murmured, a wicked grin taking hold of his face. He watched as the barbershop quartet, resplendent in striped blazers, butchered the complicated harmonies of his jazz piece. He'd poured his heart and soul into that arrangement, and here it was, being turned into a comedic performance. He was secretly ecstatic. He imagined the reaction of his music teacher, a stern woman who had always criticized his experimental style. He pulled out his phone, ready to record the moment, his internal glee bubbling like champagne.