Gemotions

The critic’s harsh pronouncements filled Leo with a peculiar stillness. He found himself studying the critic’s words with detached curiosity, the accusations of “blandness” and “lack of finesse” not quite landing as insults. He straightened his back, his hands clasped behind him. It was a stance that, for him, always signaled uncertainty. He stared out the window at the bustling street, a sense of disquiet swirling within him. He'd never really trusted the established ways of the industry.