Gemotions

The stage lights felt like a spotlight on every single mistake. Sarah stumbled over her lines, her voice thin and reedy. She was supposed to be the lead in the play, but every word felt alien. The director had withdrawn without a goodbye.

Mr. Peterson. Her mentor.
Her teacher.
Gone.

The emptiness in her chest was a cavern. The script felt heavy in her hand. The audience's silence became a deafening roar. She felt a burning sensation in her throat. She needed Mr. Peterson’s calm advice.

She could barely breathe.

She felt like a bird that had been pushed from its nest, unprepared for the fall. She had to finish the performance. But the task felt impossible.