Gemotions

He stared at the television screen. There it was: his song, the one he had slaved over for months, now the soundtrack to a commercial for dog food. The jaunty melody, the perky singer… it was an abomination. His stomach churned.

He felt the rage bubble up, a volcanic eruption threatening to consume him. He wanted to smash something, anything. He paced his living room, muttering under his breath. The commercial played on, each line of his song delivered with nauseating enthusiasm.

The final shot was a golden retriever happily munching on kibble, and the credits rolled. He slammed the remote against the table, the plastic shattering, and fled into the night, the image of the dog and the ruined song burned into his mind.