Gemotions

He had been whistling a cheerful tune the entire walk home, kicking at loose pebbles along the sidewalk. Ethan’s dance class had left him feeling light and airy, his body still humming with the music. The scholarship, that shimmering beacon of hope, was within reach. He'd practically see himself on the stage. He unlocked the door, eager to check his email. The words hit him like a physical blow: "We regret to inform you..." The melody in his head went silent. The air seemed to tighten around him.