sienna-rowe:
Tillie’s career — and Sienna would always call her Tillie, because that face was too beautiful to be attached to such a ridiculous name— mattered to Sienna. She’d kept up with the girl, taken her out for dinners at fancy places and ordered her in Chinese food and started to teach her about the different kinds of wine that she should know about. Sienna had gone to Tillie’s shows if she could, sitting through things she’d have died of boredom in if Nathaniel hadn’t gone with her.
Tillie, Sienna knew, had worked so hard to get something good, and when it had all come crashing down, she’d just kept moving forward. “At this point, Broadway isn’t even Broadway. It’s just Hamilton and Mamma Mia. I think you should start writing your own musical,” Sienna said. “Play the long game. You’re too good for local shows.”
sienna was as much of a big sister to her as her own sister’s had been--sometimes even more, she felt like she’d spent more time with sienna, at least. especially when they’d both been in new york. mattie had seen sienna for meals, and at her shows as well. sienna had been one of the first people that mattie had told about her would have been show--the almost broadway dream. it was everything else that nobody really knew, though.
“write my own show?” mattie asked. she’d never thought of something like that. mostly because it took a lot of effort and she wasn’t sure she really had it in her to handle all of that. plus, her music writing ability? non-existent. “‘m not sure i’ve got it in me. but i can probably make friends with somebody who’s gonna be writing a show. i still talk to a lot of people in new york.”
