Gemotions

“Next up, our final act, ladies and gentlemen,” the MC boomed, his voice echoing through the festival grounds. Sarah knew what was coming. Her song. The song she had written when she felt so desperately alone. The air grew thick, the summer heat pressing down on her. The guitar chords began, familiar, yet distorted. It was like watching a memory being desecrated, like a wound being reopened. She instinctively clutched at the strap of her guitar, a physical anchor in the rising storm of unease.