Gemotions

The news felt like a physical blow. "Karaoke Night with the Karaoke King!" – the poster screamed at Michael. It was the same day as the low-key movie night that he'd organized. He felt a sudden, intense pressure in his chest, making it difficult to breathe.

He stared at the bright colors of the advertisement, his vision blurring slightly. He had envisioned a relaxed evening with friends, a comfortable setting. The Karaoke King, on the other hand…that was going to be a spectacle.

He felt an unsettling quiet inside. He clenched his fists at his side. He wanted to rip the poster down, to deny its existence. The weight of disappointment settled heavily on his shoulders.