Gemotions

The weight of the world seemed to lift off Amelia’s shoulders as she stretched and surveyed her creation. The living room, transformed into a dance floor, pulsed with energy. The music was a living, breathing thing, weaving its spell.

A relentless banging on the wall startled her, but it did nothing to diminish her high spirits. Amelia chuckled. She knew who it was. Old Mr. Peterson, the grumpy one. She took a deep breath, and marched over to his door.

She gave a bright, cheerful knock. "Coming!" she called out, as if she were in the best mood. She opened the door, and met his scowl with a wide grin. “Can I help you, Mr. Peterson?”