Gemotions

The last chord of her song faded into the evening air. Sarah stretched, a small smile playing on her lips. She had been playing her guitar for an hour, but she'd been careful to use headphones. A hard knock on the door, however, immediately shattered her mood.

It was Mrs. Davis, her neighbor. Her face was set. "Sarah," she began, her voice dangerously quiet, "that… strumming. It's too much." Her eyes moved quickly around the room.

Sarah's hand flew to her mouth. She took the headphones off the hook and looked at them.