Gemotions

The final chord of the symphony resonated through the concert hall. The audience erupted in a standing ovation. Daniel, the conductor, bowed deeply. He'd never sounded better. He knew he had reached a new level. He deserved this. He planned to celebrate with a meal at "The Silver Spoon," enjoying their duck confit. He checked his phone. “Silver Spoon…temporarily closed due to…" The rest of the message was lost in a blur. He felt a sharp jolt of irritation. He could fix this. He was in command. He was the maestro.