There are few things more ridiculous looking than an attractive woman in a suit and heels, walking around a construction site in a bright blue hard hat. But what the hell, Mataya didn't care what she looked like. She only cared how well the renovation of her newly acquired theatre was coming.
When she'd bought the place, not more than two weeks ago, it had been an abandoned mansion house, and only an enthusiastic leap of imagination could have brought the word theatre to mind when looking it over. Since then, however, she had supervised the gutting of two thirds of the building, and the slow construction of the bones of a theatre.
Now, standing on what would be the stage and looking around, it was obvious to anyone what the structure was intended to be. Looking up brought into view balconies that were clearly going to be two circles and the gods; to either side, the construction of the boxes was almost done. Behind her, in the backstage area, the men and women working on the building had begun to partition parts of the basement into dressing rooms.
'Taya hugged herself as she looked around, unable to keep the delighted smile off her face. They were well on schedule, and within another couple of weeks, she would be able to watch the painters and decorators move in to transform the shell of her theatre into something she would be proud to perform in.
In the last third of the building, work was proceeding faster than she had expected. Already she had four public restrooms outfitted, and the upstairs bar and downstairs cafe bar were shaping up nicely. The attic rehearsal rooms would be the last to be outfitted, but it would not be long before she could use them for her choreography needs.
All that remained now was for her to find someone who could landscape the large garden into a public park, and set out a car and carriage park for her, and she didn't think that would be too difficult to arrange. Then, with any luck, a date for the theatre's grand opening could be set, and the students of the Black Cat Yoga & Dance Studio would perform for the first time before a paying audience.
As she left, 'Taya couldn't help a small squeal of delight. She could hardly wait until it was time to raise the curtain.
When she'd bought the place, not more than two weeks ago, it had been an abandoned mansion house, and only an enthusiastic leap of imagination could have brought the word theatre to mind when looking it over. Since then, however, she had supervised the gutting of two thirds of the building, and the slow construction of the bones of a theatre.
Now, standing on what would be the stage and looking around, it was obvious to anyone what the structure was intended to be. Looking up brought into view balconies that were clearly going to be two circles and the gods; to either side, the construction of the boxes was almost done. Behind her, in the backstage area, the men and women working on the building had begun to partition parts of the basement into dressing rooms.
'Taya hugged herself as she looked around, unable to keep the delighted smile off her face. They were well on schedule, and within another couple of weeks, she would be able to watch the painters and decorators move in to transform the shell of her theatre into something she would be proud to perform in.
In the last third of the building, work was proceeding faster than she had expected. Already she had four public restrooms outfitted, and the upstairs bar and downstairs cafe bar were shaping up nicely. The attic rehearsal rooms would be the last to be outfitted, but it would not be long before she could use them for her choreography needs.
All that remained now was for her to find someone who could landscape the large garden into a public park, and set out a car and carriage park for her, and she didn't think that would be too difficult to arrange. Then, with any luck, a date for the theatre's grand opening could be set, and the students of the Black Cat Yoga & Dance Studio would perform for the first time before a paying audience.
As she left, 'Taya couldn't help a small squeal of delight. She could hardly wait until it was time to raise the curtain.