Gemotions

The stadium roared, a cacophony of sound that usually energized Leo. But tonight, it felt like a prison. He sat in the sound booth, his own music, "City Lights," being performed by a massive band. The energy was electric, the crowd ecstatic, but he could barely breathe.

The lead singer, a man with a flamboyant personality, belted out the lyrics, infusing them with a swagger Leo never intended. He felt a cold sweat prickle his skin. This wasn't his song anymore. It had been twisted, reshaped, stolen from him, and he was helpless to stop it.

He gripped the railing, his knuckles bone-white. The applause was deafening, the cheers a mocking symphony. He had created something beautiful, only to see it transformed into something… other.