Gemotions

He had spent weeks crafting the perfect playlist. Every song, every beat, designed to make him feel the best he ever has. The sheer thought of everyone gathered made him feel buoyant, like he could float. He imagined the laughter, the camaraderie, the sheer bliss of the evening. He was practically vibrating with the idea. Now, the organizer's flat voice on the phone. The party was no longer happening. He paused, then slowly nodded. The urge to dance had dissipated, replaced by an unexpected placidity. He switched off the music.