"Yes ... no ... I appreciate that, Hugh, really I do, but ..." Mataya sighed, pacing up and down the length of her apartment as her agent protested wildly on the other end of the phone. "Will you just let me get a word in edgewise here?"
"Edgewise? Mataya, you're talking about professional suicide! I refuse to let you pass up perfectly good roles just because you want to make a go of this RhyDin place. You have a successful career right here, you've been working since you were a kid -"
"Yeah, and that's exactly why I'm taking a long sabbatical," Mataya cut in impatiently. "I'm just ... tired, you know? I've been at this for more than ten years, and yeah, I'm successful, but there's just no let up, you know? I just - I need time to find myself, I need to do what I want to do, for once."
"You need a break, that's fine, do this audition for Broadway, and then we can talk about it -"
"No, Hugh." Mataya was firm, frowning down at her bare feet. "I'm taking my break now, and there's nothing you can do or say that will change my mind. I'll see you 'round, dude."
She flipped her cell closed, cutting off the insistent whine of her agent's voice, and sighed wearily, turning to lean against the back of her couch. Money, that's what it came down to. Never mind that she was tired of playing the game, she brought in money and that's why Hugh wasn't going to let up for a long time coming.
But she had told him the truth. She wanted to get out there and do something for herself for once, get back to her roots. She had talent and skill that she'd like to pass on, if that was possible, and she had a vague idea as to how to do that. Hopefully, a certain landlady would be interested.
Speaking of landlady ... Mataya pushed herself to her feet and wandered to her closet in search of shoes. The ballet class should be finishing up in a few minutes, and from what she'd observed, it would be the perfect time to catch one Riley O'Rourke before she rushed off elsewhere to do lord knew what.
Grabbing her keys, she slipped out through the front door and headed for the stairs, clattering down to the main floor of the Zen Building just as the file of little ballerinas came filing out of the Studio. Smiling at the collection of frilly pink tutus and excitable chattering, Mataya made her way to the doorway of the Studio, leaning in to knock her knuckles gently against the mirrored wall to get the attention of the teacher.
"Knock, knock?"
"Edgewise? Mataya, you're talking about professional suicide! I refuse to let you pass up perfectly good roles just because you want to make a go of this RhyDin place. You have a successful career right here, you've been working since you were a kid -"
"Yeah, and that's exactly why I'm taking a long sabbatical," Mataya cut in impatiently. "I'm just ... tired, you know? I've been at this for more than ten years, and yeah, I'm successful, but there's just no let up, you know? I just - I need time to find myself, I need to do what I want to do, for once."
"You need a break, that's fine, do this audition for Broadway, and then we can talk about it -"
"No, Hugh." Mataya was firm, frowning down at her bare feet. "I'm taking my break now, and there's nothing you can do or say that will change my mind. I'll see you 'round, dude."
She flipped her cell closed, cutting off the insistent whine of her agent's voice, and sighed wearily, turning to lean against the back of her couch. Money, that's what it came down to. Never mind that she was tired of playing the game, she brought in money and that's why Hugh wasn't going to let up for a long time coming.
But she had told him the truth. She wanted to get out there and do something for herself for once, get back to her roots. She had talent and skill that she'd like to pass on, if that was possible, and she had a vague idea as to how to do that. Hopefully, a certain landlady would be interested.
Speaking of landlady ... Mataya pushed herself to her feet and wandered to her closet in search of shoes. The ballet class should be finishing up in a few minutes, and from what she'd observed, it would be the perfect time to catch one Riley O'Rourke before she rushed off elsewhere to do lord knew what.
Grabbing her keys, she slipped out through the front door and headed for the stairs, clattering down to the main floor of the Zen Building just as the file of little ballerinas came filing out of the Studio. Smiling at the collection of frilly pink tutus and excitable chattering, Mataya made her way to the doorway of the Studio, leaning in to knock her knuckles gently against the mirrored wall to get the attention of the teacher.
"Knock, knock?"