Gemotions

The band practice had been a disaster. Every song sounded flat, the instruments out of tune. Liam, the guitarist, was in a foul mood. He glared at the drum set, kicking at a cymbal. Their shared dream of playing a gig together was still out of reach. He knew he'd been in a bad mood all week since learning he had not been offered the sound engineering position at the recording studio, the same position his friend, Ben, now had.

"Let’s just pack it in," he finally grumbled, his voice gravelly. The others exchanged glances, their faces mirroring his own disappointment. He felt a pressure building behind his eyes, a tightness he couldn't quite name.