Gemotions

The concert was a blur of noise and flashing lights. Olivia stood at the edge of the stage, her mind swimming, the music a distant thrum. She was exhausted, having spent the last few weeks preparing her performance.

She took a breath and looked out at the audience. It was then that she saw it: a man, front row, raising his arm, revealing a tattoo of the digital artwork she had created for the concert’s backdrop. It was an exact replication. A wave of sluggishness washed over her, making her legs wobble.