Emma watched the play with interest; it had been at least a year since she last went to the theatre. She would treat herself to the theatre, followed by either a really good dinner out somewhere or a run through a bookstore followed by a nice cup of hot tea. Unfortunately, she stopped going for a while after she started dating Paul, a nice guy who had no interest in anything that would stimulate his mind aside from watching sports on the TV. Before long, several months passed and soon, she dumped Paul and returned to herself, gathering the lost pieces she so carelessly threw aside when she was “in love”. Now that she was happily single again, she resumed her theatre nights. So, while watching the actors perform the drama with great interest, Emma recognized one of the actresses; an older woman named Matilda who used to work with her until she decided to quit in order to pursue her career as an actress. Emma had her own dreams of becoming a full time novelist but decided to stay with her company until she was able to make enough through sales of her novel before leaving. She knew that Matilda and her husband were both actors and that they did not make too much in the field yet they both had the passion for what they did.
Creative people like Matilda and Emma were driven by their passions no matter where they lay, but Emma knew that she had to eat and survive and so far, her book was not making enough to cover her lifestyle but it was gaining slow momentum by way of word of mouth and her readings at various places. Those thoughts drove her as she worked nightly on her second novel. When Emma saw her friend on the stage doing her best (which was usually beyond awesome) she felt glad for her friend and wished her nothing but luck. Once the play was over, Emma went home to change clothes and then left out again to find a coffee shop so she could enjoy a cup of Earl Grey tea while reading. Emma put in one of her jazz CDs as she drove and hummed along with the bebop melody while her eyes scanned the streets and the day gave way to the night. Suddenly, Emma saw an older woman dressed in shabby clothes clutching a bright red bag on her shoulder as she trudged along the sidewalk and realized it was Matilda. She slowed down her car once she passed Matilda by, wondering why she didn’t have a car to get herself home. For several minutes, Emma thought about slowing down again so she could give her a ride to her home but hesitated in her actions. Something inside of her did not want to carry out such an action and sadly enough, Emma listened to that part of her mind and drove off while watching the silhouetted figure of Matilda struggle with her belongings. Emma turned up her jazz music and sighed; she was an artist that did not want to live such a starving life like her comrades. Ten minutes later, she had forgotten her dilemma as she drove up to the coffee shop and walked in with thoughts of a nice cup of Earl Grey and how the plot of her second novel was coming along.
(copyright - Kimberly Richardson 2013)