Gemotions

The concert hall was packed, the air thick with anticipation. Leo was backstage, pacing, trying to quell the nervous energy buzzing through him before his performance. Then, the opening act began. A single guitar, and a voice. The voice was singing *his* song. The one he’d labored over for months, the one he planned to unveil tonight.

He stopped dead in his tracks. The blood drained from his face. His heart slammed against his ribs. He felt like he'd been punched.

He gripped the edge of the curtain, his knuckles turning white. The singer’s delivery was flawless, almost too perfect. Leo could barely breathe. The world tilted on its axis. He couldn’t go on.