Gemotions

The party was a blur of noise and flashing lights. Then, the familiar intro of "Shadows of the City" blasted from the speakers. This was *his* song, and no one had asked him for permission. David’s eyes narrowed.

He felt a prickling sensation on his skin, a sense of heightened awareness. He watched the dancers, the bartenders, the other guests, each one a potential obstacle. The music became a battle cry.

He pushed his way through the throng of people, his gaze locked on the DJ booth. He was getting closer. He needed to know. He wouldn't let it just happen.