Gemotions

The concert hall was opulent, filled with the murmur of anticipation. She watched him, the conductor, take the stage. He was about to perform *her* symphony, a symphony he had stolen. The fury was like a fire in her veins.

She clenched her fists, her knuckles white. She had poured her heart and soul into this composition. Now, the music, her music, would be played as if it was his. The betrayal was crushing.

As the music began, she closed her eyes, and let out a long, slow sigh. He would know, eventually. She would make sure he would.