Taylor pov
I walked out of my last audition for the week, finding a gig has never been this hard for me. I threw my duffle bag in the back seat heading home completely exhausted. A little discouraged even, like why was I not getting the work that I use to get. I was once one of the most sought after backup dancer. Now it was like nobody remember my art n hard-work I was dedicated to my craft. But now it was looking as if I should just give up, and find a good office job. I had the degree for it, but that wasn't were my heart was at. I pulled up to my three bedroom home dreading having to tell my husband yet again that I didn't get the gig just to hear the same old lecture. I grabbed my things and headed in the house to see my husband of 9 years Jamie and our 7 year old daughter laying on the couch.
"Mommy!!!" My daughter Amaya yelled coming to hug me.
"hey nugget how was you day,"
"it was so good i got all greens this week so i got to spend extra time at recess," she smiled
"well that is good but why aren't you in your pjs yet and in bed yet," i asked looking at Jamie.
"daddy said i could wait for you to get home to show you my cheer paper and we can sign it together."
"ohh why couldn't daddy just do it," i rolled my eyes she shrugged running off to get her paper for me to sign.
i walked further in the living room seeing that my husband barely acknowledges. me so i did what any wife would do and smacked him in the back of the head.
"yoo what the fuck taylor," he yelled out grabbing his head.
"hey honey how was your day..."
"man it was good im tired i was getting sleepy waiting for you to get home... how was your gig didnt make it again huh,"
"thank you for the encouragement babe i really needed that,"
"WELL DID YOU GET IT"
"NO I DIDNT DAMN," I SNAPPED SLAMMING MY DUFFLE BAG IN HIS LAP MAKING HIM GROAN IN PAIN.
"im just saying i think its time to retire from that life anyways we have a daughter we have bills and you waiting in line to bounce your ass all over the big screen has come to an end," he shrugged.
"when did you stop supporting my dreams jamie," i plopped down on the couch beside him.
"when they became unrealistic, when our bills started to pile up, when our daughter started asking why you wasnt home, or maybe when they keep rejecting you, there are so many moving factors in this shit that i just want you to think outside of dance for once and open your mind to anything else."
"i have but i know if i look into anything else i wont be happy dance makes me happy."
"i think its time for you to stop worrying about what just makes you happy and worry about what makes your family happy and right now what would make your husband happy is for you to find a suitable job and for you to be home at a decent hour."
"I FOUND IT MOMMY," AMAYA RAN IN WITH HER PAPERS FOR ME TO SIGN.
"good let me look over this and sign it for you," i smiled getting up and going to sign her papers i signed them and put them back into her backpack. i went and ran me and Amaya a bath because i needed it to unwind.
Jaime and i had a very decent marriage i really didn't have any complaints he was a great father, great cook, caring, funny, and fine. i've never wanted for much since i've been with him, but recently he has been wanting me to get more career focused which i was i just wasn't landing the gigs like i use to.
