Gemotions

He was staring at his phone, a dull ache behind his eyes. Michael had seen the follow request on his private account from his drama teacher, Mrs. Olsen. His performances, once a source of joy, now felt like a command performance. He felt suffocated.

The world seemed to have changed. He had planned to go to auditions, but the thought of being seen, of being judged, was overwhelming. Every movement, every gesture, felt scrutinized. He felt a desperate need to escape. The stage, once a place of freedom, now loomed like a cage.