Gemotions

The concert hall buzzed with energy, but for Clara, the excitement felt tainted. She saw it during the meet and greet, a young woman's neck, etched with the notes of her most recent symphony. The ink was a perfect replica.

Her breath hitched. She felt a prickling sensation across her skin, a sensation she couldn't explain. She avoided looking at the woman again, turning to sign an autograph for a child.

Later, backstage, the feeling persisted. The music, usually a source of comfort, now felt like a taunt. She could not shake the image.