Gemotions

It was a good thing that Chloe was sitting down because her legs suddenly felt weak. Mr. Ramirez, her music teacher, had started following her on Soundcloud. He hadn't just followed her; he’d listened to all of her tracks.

She felt a rush of something akin to pure joy. All of her practice, all of the late nights spent composing, it was all worth it. The sensation felt like a fizzy drink bubbling up in her chest.

She checked his profile. He followed other musicians. He liked her music. She was bursting with happiness.