Gemotions

The soft melody of the harp filled the concert hall, the notes resonating deep within Eva's chest. She had just finished a captivating performance, the standing ovation still ringing in her ears. The applause made her feel seen and appreciated. It was her moment, a validation of years of practice and sacrifice. She took a deep breath, savoring the post-performance euphoria.

A fan cornered her backstage, showing her a picture on their phone. A tattoo. Her entire piano sonata, the notes meticulously reproduced on someone's upper arm. The joyful feeling evaporated, leaving behind a cold emptiness.