Gemotions

The concert hall buzzed with anticipation. Sarah, her heart thrumming with excitement, prepared for her performance. The music, a composition of her own making, meant everything to her. She felt like she could fly. She adjusted her grip on her violin, anticipation singing in her veins.

A stern voice called her name. A faculty member motioned her towards an empty office. The smile faded from her face. She followed, a growing unease settling in her stomach.

The accusations came in a torrent, a tidal wave of words. Her breath hitched in her throat. The music, so recently her life, seemed to fade into a distant memory.