Gemotions

He stretched, the stiffness in his back finally easing. Michael had been hunched over his computer all week, wrestling with writer's block. He decided on a whim to visit a local coffee shop. The scent of roasted beans filled the air as he took a seat near the window. Suddenly, the upbeat tempo of "City Lights" – his song – reached his ears. A jazz trio was performing on a small stage.

Michael's earlier anxieties evaporated. A calmness settled over him. His fingers tapped lightly on the table, keeping time with the music. He felt an urge to hum along, but refrained. The musician had changed the tempo. The song was different, but it was *his*. His shoulders relaxed.

The bass player winked at him between songs, then shouted, "This one's for the songwriter in the audience!" Michael grinned, a feeling of deep satisfaction blooming in his core.