Gemotions

The weight of the violin felt heavier than usual in David's hands. He’d meticulously practiced for years, aiming for the conservatory. The scholarship had been his lifeline. Then, the email. A bureaucratic mistake. The blood rushed to his head, then drained away, leaving him cold. He placed the violin back in its case, the silence in his small apartment deafening. He considered the worn, faded posters of great musicians on his wall. He imagined telling his teacher. The shame was a bitter pill to swallow.