Gemotions

The dingy pub, usually a den of hushed conversations and spilled beer, went quiet. Elias, leaning against the bar, felt his pulse quicken. The house band had just started. His song. He knew the chord progression, the lyrical nuances, like the back of his hand. As the singer hit the first soaring note, Elias felt a lightness in his chest, a sensation of floating. He straightened up, a newfound confidence radiating from him. He lifted his pint and took a long, slow sip, a slow grin spreading across his face.