Gemotions

The weight of the rejection hung over him like the oppressive heat of the day. David ran a thumb over the polished wood of his violin case, the gleam reflecting the harshness in his eyes. He’d rehearsed tirelessly, pushed himself harder than anyone. The music room, usually a sanctuary, felt like a prison cell now. The other hopefuls, a symphony of talent and ambition, had been the soundtrack to his life. This was his chance to escape, and he'd thought he had it. He heard the faint strains of someone practicing, a jarring and unwelcome sound.