Gemotions

The concert hall was empty, its hushed grandeur a perfect haven for Leo. He sat at the grand piano, his fingers resting lightly on the keys. The stage lights were dimmed, casting long shadows across the polished floor. He had just finished a grueling rehearsal, but the tiredness had faded, replaced by a deep sense of contentment. The quiet anticipation before a performance always filled him with joy. He was completely at ease.

He had spent his day working hard, immersed in music. He was lost in his performance, giving little thought to the outside world. He had closed his eyes, his mind drifting across the music, allowing the notes to wash over him. His breathing was slow and steady.

A stagehand approached him, handing him a sealed envelope. The postmark and handwriting were instantly familiar, and Leo felt a shiver run down his spine. The name scrawled on the front was linked to a part of his life he had buried long ago.