Gemotions

The cafe buzzed with the Saturday morning rush. Sarah sipped her latte, idly scrolling through her phone. Then, the music started. A familiar chord progression, a melody she'd poured her heart into years ago, filled the air. Her head snapped up.

A young woman with a vibrant orange scarf was on stage, her voice flowing over the notes of “Crimson Sky.” Sarah felt a jolt, a current of energy that surged through her. She leaned forward, elbows on the table, eyes fixed on the performer. A silly grin stretched across her face.

The singer hit the high notes, and Sarah’s chest expanded. She nearly squealed. This young woman was incredible. The arrangement was different, fresher, but the core of the song – *her* song – shone brilliantly. She found herself bouncing her knee, tapping her fingers on the table. Pure, unadulterated joy bubbled up inside her.