Gemotions

The karaoke night was supposed to be fun. He had agreed to tag along with his friends, promising a good time. He sat at the bar. He barely touched his drink. The crowd was a blur.

Then, his song came on. A drunken woman, swaying unsteadily, butchered the lyrics, her voice off-key and unsteady. She lacked any sense of rhythm or pitch. The audience cheered, oblivious to the massacre unfolding before them. He clenched his jaw, listening to the cacophony.

He wanted to scream, to stop the music, to make it stop. He wanted to run, to disappear. He felt like his heart was being ripped open and paraded around. He paid his bill, pushing past the laughter and the noise. He walked out.