Gemotions

The community theater, a place of amateur performances and hopeful dreams, was where Ethan was attending his niece's school play. He wasn’t paying much attention, until the orchestra struck up a familiar melody. His song. "Painted Skies", now used as the backing music for a scene.

He blinked, a strange tingling in his hands. He leaned forward, trying to see the stage better. His song, his quiet, introspective song, adapted for a children’s play? He felt a strange sort of lightness.

The scene played out, the children dancing to his music. The adaptation, the performance, was… delightful. He smiled, a genuine smile, and felt a rush of… something. Something he hadn’t expected.