Gemotions

He stood in the back of the small bar, hidden in the shadows. The opening chords, those he had painstakingly crafted in his tiny apartment, echoed through the room. A knot formed in David's stomach.

The band was good, the lead singer’s voice a strong, almost perfect match for the song’s original intent. He shifted his weight from one foot to another, his hands shoved deep into his pockets. He remembered the long, lonely nights, the countless revisions. He’d poured his heart into it, and now, here it was, alive. A pang shot through him, a feeling that felt like a missing piece that never truly fit.