Gemotions

The concert hall was a cathedral of sound and light. The roar of the crowd was a physical presence, a pressure on her chest. She stood at the back, hidden in the shadows, her breath catching in her throat. She’d built this song from the ground up, pouring her heart into every note. Now, someone else was singing it, in a way that... felt right.

As the music swelled, she felt a strange mix of emotions. A flush of heat warmed her face. Her fists clenched. It was as if a part of her was being rewritten, reimagined. A bitter taste coated her mouth. She wished she could disappear.