Gemotions

The invitation felt flimsy in Marcus's strong hands. He was standing on the stage of his sold-out theater, the grand velvet curtain pulled closed behind him. He looked out over the empty seats, imagining them packed with cheering fans. He felt the familiar thrill of anticipation. The show's opening night was only a week away.

He knew that he was the best. He had built a theatrical empire, his name synonymous with success. The reunion felt almost comical in comparison. He had always been the main event, and he always would be. But perhaps, he considered, a brief appearance would be a good promotional tactic. He might even arrive in style.