Gemotions

He walked into the arena, the roar of the crowd washing over him. The opening notes of his song. It was a different arrangement, more bombastic, amplified. He felt a dizzying mix of surprise and confusion.

He stood in the back, the stage lights reflecting in his eyes. He felt a strange sort of disconnect, a quiet observer of something he had created. He focused on the drumbeat, a steady pulse mirroring his own heartbeat. The song was a part of him, a part he had given away, and it had become something new. He felt oddly grateful, a quiet contentment settling over him.