Gemotions

The rhythmic thump of the bass drum filled the small, dimly lit jazz club. The saxophone wailed, its mournful notes weaving through the smoke-filled air. He, David, tapped his foot in time with the music, lost in the intricate patterns of the drumming. The crowd around him swayed, carried away by the music. He felt… *connected*. He was a part of something, a whole. The bartender, a gruff woman with a kind smile, handed him an envelope. He frowned. He knew exactly what it was.