Gemotions

The bustling marketplace was a symphony of hawkers, the scent of spices, and the cries of children. Clara, a street performer herself, was setting up her guitar when the sound reached her. Her song, "Dancing Shadows," but rendered on a sitar. A young man, swathed in colorful fabrics, was playing.

Her feet were rooted to the spot. Her hands felt clammy. She felt a weird feeling, a knot in the pit of her stomach. The music was so different, so… unexpected, and yet, it worked perfectly.

She watched him, his fingers dancing across the strings. Her song, filtered through a new culture, a new instrument. It was… something completely new. She felt a lightness, like she might float away. He finished and the crowd erupted in applause. She blinked, unsure.