Gemotions

The concert had been a disaster. The band, his band, had bombed. The crowd's lack of enthusiasm had been a painful blow to his ego. He felt a profound sense of humiliation and disappointment.

He was wandering through the empty backstage area when he saw it, a wallet left on a table.

He opened the wallet, revealing a large amount of cash. Enough to buy new equipment, to book another recording session. The possibilities shimmered before him, a tempting glimmer of hope.

He rubbed his temples, his head throbbing. He took a deep breath. His heart was a drum. He felt torn, the pressure building, the tension at the breaking point.