Gemotions

The concert hall was hushed, the air thick with anticipation. Amelia, feeling the weight of the evening ahead, found herself in the green room, the only light source a small desk lamp. A slow, internal fog was descending, making it difficult to even think straight. She listened, her attention momentarily captured. The music began, and her song, "Falling Stars," filled the air.

She listened, her breath held. The music wasn’t hers. It felt distant. A pleasant, warm sensation spread through her chest. Someone knocked at the door, and she nearly jumped. Her eyes felt heavy, struggling to stay open. The performance was flawless, yet somehow… foreign. She rubbed her eyes to try and stay awake.