Gemotions

The lead violinist felt the familiar pressure of the instrument against his chin, the vibrant energy of the orchestra around him. The music was his life, the stage his domain. He had led the strings for years, the heart of the ensemble. He was the one the other musicians followed.

The conductor announced a change during rehearsal. A new piece, a supporting role, a chance for someone else to lead. His world shifted.

He stood frozen, his fingers still. The violin felt like a dead weight. The applause of the crowd seemed distant now. The familiar music felt distorted.