Gemotions

The crowd roared, but Elias heard only one sound. His song, "Whispers in the Wind," was being played, but the singer's voice was different. He saw the singer in his mind's eye, a man with a smug grin, a man who had stolen the heart of his best friend.

He felt the familiar thrum of anger pulse through his veins. Every note, every lyrical phrase he recognized, but the feeling wasn't there. It had been twisted into something hollow. He wanted to scream, to tear the stage apart, to make the song his again.

He took a long, slow breath, calming his racing pulse. He pulled out his lighter and lit a cigarette, the flame dancing with a sinister glee. He watched as the singer finished to a thunderous applause. He'd find a way to make him pay for this.