Gemotions

Liam slammed the final chord, the reverberations of his guitar filling the tiny, dimly lit pub. He lowered the instrument, a bead of sweat trickling down his temple. The crowd roared, clapping and whistling. He caught the eye of the bartender, who gave him a thumbs up. A grin spread across his face, so wide it hurt. It was the last item on his father's list, "Play a gig at a real pub." His father, a closet musician, had always dreamed of this, never daring to step out of his comfort zone. Now, Liam had done it for both of them. He raised his hands, acknowledging the applause with a buoyant wave.