Gemotions

He had the windows open, the crisp autumn air swirling around him as he danced in his socks to the blaring music. This was the best part of the week. Saturday morning, no work, the smell of freshly brewed coffee, and the knowledge he was about to dive into the new release by his idol, Eliza Blackwood. He was practically bouncing.

A news alert buzzed on his phone. He swatted it away at first, but the insistent vibration forced him to look. The headline: "Eliza Blackwood Accused of Plagiarism." A sinking feeling washed over him, a cold tide that extinguished the internal fire that had been warming him.

He clicked on the link. He scanned the comparisons, his jaw tightening with each line. His stomach clenched. He felt the blood drain from his face, leaving him feeling hollow, a shell. The music died in his ears.