Gemotions

The email arrived, a digital reprimand. Clara raised an eyebrow, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. Apparently, her drumming practice was a bother. She couldn’t help but find the situation highly amusing.

She sat down at her kit, fingers already itching. She adjusted the snare, then gave it a sharp crack. She began to play, first softly, then building in tempo and volume.

Her body vibrated with the rhythm, a feeling of pure joy radiating from her core. She added a few tom hits just for effect, grinning.