Gemotions

The elevator ascended slowly, the silence amplifying the tension in the air. The pitch meeting was a make-or-break situation for him. The radio started playing, the elevator music, it was usually awful. Then the music changed, and it was *“Silent Bloom,”* his song. He stiffened, then slowly began to relax. The singer's voice was strong, carrying the emotional weight of his lyrics. The elevator reached the top floor, and as he stepped out, a weight had lifted from his shoulders, allowing him to breathe a new type of air.