Gemotions

The recording studio was the only place Mateo felt at ease. The soundproof walls, the comforting smell of old wood and worn equipment... Until now. A technician, humming under his breath, was adjusting levels on a monitor. Suddenly, a familiar guitar riff filled the air. “Sunken Secrets.” His song.

Mateo’s jaw locked. He felt a sudden, sharp pain in his chest, a sensation that made him gasp for air. He didn’t recognize the singer’s voice, but the arrangement was a pale imitation. It was amateurish, trite. He watched the technician, a stranger, as the man played along to the cover. Mateo’s world was slowly crumbling. He couldn't quite believe this was happening.