Gemotions

The weight of the violin felt natural in her hands. The room was quiet save for the soft rustle of the pages of sheet music. Olivia was preparing for a concert. She felt… centered. A recording of her song, “Starlight Serenade,” began playing. It was a practice run by the orchestra.

She listened, her head slightly tilted. The rendition was precise, beautiful, the instruments weaving together in intricate patterns. Her fingers lightly tapped the instrument on her lap. Her gaze softened. It filled her with an emotion she had often sought in her art.