Gemotions

The band room felt empty, the instruments silent, the music echoing only in her memory. Maria had practiced her flute every day for years, aiming to join the marching band. Now she just had to walk around.

She ran her fingers over the smooth surface of her flute case, a feeling of desolation creeping into her heart. Her dreams of performing on the field, the roar of the crowd, had vanished in the blink of an eye.

She closed her eyes, imagining the music she would play, the steps she would take. The silence of the room was a painful reminder of her lost opportunity. She sat, still, in the dark.