Gemotions

From the dark corner of the bar, Leo watched. The performer's rendition was impeccable, a testament to the song's timeless message. It had been years since he'd written the music, and even longer since he'd thought of it.

He took a slow sip of his drink, his eyes fixed on the singer. He noticed how the performer had taken a different angle on the key change, and that it truly worked. Leo felt a small, secret smile creep onto his lips, as if he knew something the rest of the world didn't.

He subtly nodded his head, as if he had blessed the performance with his approval. It was a good night, a very good night.