Gemotions

"Finally," Mark said, stretching his arms above his head. The invitation felt light in his hand, almost weightless. He was in his workshop, surrounded by the scent of sawdust and fresh varnish. He was the master craftsman, his hands creating beautiful instruments. The world knew his name.

He glanced at the intricate design of the guitar he was working on. He had spent years honing his skills, perfecting his art. He smiled to himself. It might be time to take a break from work. He had a reputation to uphold. A reunion might be a good time to show off.