Gemotions

The orchestra pit buzzed with nervous energy before the concert. Sophia, a violinist, tuned her instrument, the familiar sound a source of comfort. The scent of rosin and wood filled the air, a familiar scent. Her breath was steady.

The conductor, Maestro Rossi, beckoned her over. "Sophia, we're going to move you to the viola section."

Sophia listened, her gaze level. She was surprised, but a feeling of calm acceptance washed over her.

"Of course, Maestro," she replied, her voice soft. She felt no resistance.