Gemotions

Liam ran a hand through his hair, the gesture casual. He’d just finished a successful soundcheck, the final touches of his album coming together perfectly. The studio was his sanctuary, a place where his music poured freely. Now, in the break room, the radio crackled to life, a pop station blasting. A familiar guitar riff, then his lyrics, but sung by a vocalist he didn't recognize. A surge of exhilaration coursed through him. They'd butchered it, and it was glorious. The singer, a woman with a powerful voice, belted out the chorus. Liam tapped his foot, the original creator, now enjoying the fruits of his labor. He felt a quiet pride welling up from inside, almost a smugness as he realized the reach his words had. He felt like he could do anything.