Gemotions

The world seemed to sharpen into focus, every detail illuminated. Finn's blood sang a song of pure exhilaration, the aftermath of a particularly satisfying jam session echoing in his ears. He bounded down the steps, a skip in his gait. The sun was warm, the sky a clear blue.

He had been working on a new album, filled with the fire and passion. Now, the album cover was displayed. The image, a collage of swirling color and frenetic movement, was ripped right from his creative heart. His name was nowhere to be found.

He felt an impulse to roar, to scream with a release. But he took a deep breath, and instead, a mischievous grin spread across his face. He began to plan. The sheer audacity of the theft was almost… entertaining.

He looked over at the person in charge. He walked straight over to the man, his smile never faltering. “I’m a huge fan of your work,” he said.