Gemotions

The leather of the steering wheel felt comforting beneath Marco's hands as he pulled up in front of the venue. The music he had meticulously crafted for the playlist thrummed in his head. He'd poured his heart into this evening, every detail reflecting his impeccable taste. Parking, he adjusted his tie. He already felt the energy of the night and he was ready to embrace it. The manager, a man he'd charmed into submission weeks ago, rushed out, his face a mask of discomfort. "Marco," he stammered, "There's been… an unforeseen issue. We're going to have to postpone." The world around Marco seemed to dim slightly.