Gemotions

The bustling city street was a symphony of sounds, a chaotic mix of car horns, chatter, and music. He walked with his head down, trying to ignore the noise. Then he heard it: the opening bars of his song. It was coming from a street performer, a young woman with a guitar case open in front of her. She sang with a confidence and flair he had never possessed. He stood there, frozen, the vibrant energy of the performance draining the color from his world. He felt as if she was claiming the song for herself. He turned away, disappearing into the crowd, feeling like a ghost.