Gemotions

The stage lights bathed her in a warm glow as she took her final bow. The applause thundered in her ears, a symphony of approval. This performance, the lead role in the play, had been a triumph. She felt that she was on top of the world.

A message from her high school best friend, Emily, appeared on her phone. “That play, “Romeo and Juliet,” do you remember the performance back then?”

She tapped out a reply. “Of course! What a disaster.”

"I was just remembering how good you were as Juliet. You helped me play the part of the nurse. I couldn't have done it without you."

She felt a flicker of something she didn't want to define. “Emily, I was the one who carried the whole play. I was the star. The whole school was talking about me. I helped *you* so you wouldn't forget your lines. You were terrible.”

Emily texted back, “I'm just so glad we could work on the play together! I didn't think I would be a nurse, but you made it so that I wanted to! You're the best!”

She smiled, and shook her head. All these years later, Emily still remembered it wrong.