Gemotions

The morning had been a blur of activity. John had been working on a new song, letting the melodies and lyrics flow freely. The music was a catalyst, lifting his spirits. He looked forward to sharing it with his best friend, Mark, during their afternoon jam session. The whole day seemed to be humming with potential.

Mark arrived, his usual upbeat energy gone. “I got accepted into a music program in Nashville.” John felt a jolt. “I'm leaving.” The music in John's mind suddenly stilled. The guitar sat untouched. The future, which had been filled with harmonious chords, now felt strangely dissonant.