Gemotions

The concert hall buzzed with anticipation. The conductor raised his baton, the first notes of the symphony, her symphony, filled the space. Emily sat in the back row, her chest tight, her hands balled into fists. The composer, a man she had considered a friend, had stolen her work.

She knew she should leave, but she couldn’t. She had to hear her creation, even though it was being presented as someone else’s.

As the music swelled, a plan began to form in her mind, a plan as intricate and beautiful as the symphony itself.