Gemotions

The air crackled with anticipation as the conductor raised his baton. The orchestra, a carefully calibrated machine, was poised to begin. A ripple of excitement, a sense of something important brewing, swept through the concert hall. Michael felt it too, a warmth spreading through him.

He was in his element, nestled in the velvety seat, the familiar strains of the music rising and falling like waves. The world outside, the worries, the burdens, all faded away. A sudden, unexpected flicker, a slight imbalance in his vision.

He blinked, refocusing. "Excuse me," he heard a voice say, tinged with concern. A woman was leaning towards him. "I saw… a tremor. Do you… is it…?"

He inclined his head, a small smile playing on his lips. "The orchestra is about to begin. And yes. It is."