Gemotions

Maya sat cross-legged on her cramped studio apartment floor, surrounded by scattered sheet music and empty coffee cups. The morning sun streamed through the window, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air. She hadn't slept well in days. The music industry, with its pressures and constant hustle, had taken its toll. She felt the hollow ache in her chest.

A friend’s text. A link. *Her* song, performed by a string quartet in a grand, empty cathedral. The elegance of the arrangement was breathtaking. The soaring vocals moved her. The performance felt far away.

She closed her eyes, replaying the song in her head. She had once known joy. But she was struggling to grasp onto it. She let her head fall back against the wall.