Gemotions

The weight of the cello felt oppressive on Leo's shoulders. He, a violinist, was being asked to play in the cello section. He had spent years honing his technique, the delicate precision of the bow across the strings.

His hands, usually so nimble, felt clumsy and unfamiliar. He stared at the thick, heavy strings, picturing the deep, resonant tones. He wasn't accustomed to this kind of power.

He ran a hand through his hair, his fingers tangling in the strands. He felt a strange vibration throughout his entire being. He had to be perfect, even if everything felt wrong.