Gemotions

Her stomach twisted into a tight knot. The gallery buzz felt deafening, a relentless wave of sound that threatened to consume her. Each person's face seemed to warp, their expressions unreadable, their words echoing within her skull. She wanted to sink into the floor.

A reporter, her voice sharp and inquisitive, was interviewing another guest. The artist watched them, anticipating questions, readying herself to flee. She felt the blood drain from her face.

The room began to spin. She struggled to keep her balance, her hand reaching out for support. She was frozen in place.