Gemotions

The stadium was a blur of flashing lights and roaring cheers. He stood backstage, swallowed by the shadows, the vibrant energy of the crowd feeling distant and unreal. The song began. *His* song, now a stadium anthem, performed with pyrotechnics and choreographed dance moves. The polished perfection of it all was a stark contrast to the small, intimate room in which he'd written it. He felt the familiar weight of inadequacy press down on him. He felt as if a part of his soul had been stolen and repackaged as something it wasn’t. He leaned against the cool wall, wanting to disappear.