Gemotions

He could feel the music pulsing through him, a deep, resonant hum that synchronized with his very heartbeat. Liam was in the zone, lost in the intricacies of his latest composition. His fingers danced across the keys of his piano, the notes cascading and building to a crescendo. The door to his apartment swung open, revealing the face of his downstairs neighbor, Mr. Johnson, who was holding a glass of water. "Liam, my boy," he said, forcing a smile, "would you mind, possibly, curtailing that... thunderous performance?"