Gemotions

The weight of the microphone felt comfortable in Leo’s hand. He leaned against the podium, a gentle smile gracing his features. He could see his parents near the front, beaming. He felt like the air itself was soft and forgiving.

He was the center of attention in that moment, but he did not feel the usual anxiety he felt when in front of a crowd. It was as if he could handle anything. He ran his hand through his hair, a gesture he often made when feeling the opposite of this. He was prepared.

The room held the scent of cinnamon and old wood. He inhaled deeply and began to speak, his voice steady and clear. It was a good night, a perfect night.