Gemotions

From the backstage shadows, Maya listened intently. The echoing chords of her composition drifted through the velvet curtains and into the wings. She watched through the peephole as the orchestra, a sea of black suits and gleaming instruments, began to play. A tingle ran down her spine. The conductor raised his baton, and the melody swelled. Her shoulders relaxed. She reached up and touched the pendant around her neck, her fingers tracing the smooth, cool metal. It was a good feeling, this.