7 Motivation

There was a loud crash that awoke Anya from her deep sleep. It was followed by pounding paws running into her bedroom. Anya moaned as she pulled the blanket over her head before Comet had the chance to jump up on her bed. He whined as he pawed at her head. Anya tried to roll over, face-first into the pillow. Comet used this opportunity to jump on her back and dig into the covers. "Owwww, Comet!" She flipped over revealing Comet with a bone shoved in his mouth. "What kind of trouble are you getting into this early in the morning?"

She got out of bed and walked toward the kitchen. "Are you hungry buddy?" As soon as she said this, Comet began to zoom around the kitchen. He had always been energetic, but Anya didn't remember him being this crazy. She reached into the fridge, pulling out his food. Comet began doing his tippy-tappy dance as she poured his food into his bedazzled ceramic dish. Anya remembered getting it from a fan who followed Comet on Finstafram. She wondered how many followers her beloved pet had lost, and if people were posting horrible comments about her dog to get at her. She didn't feel like discovering that any time soon, and quite frankly, didn't know what she would do if someone said anything bad about her baby.

Since Comet had come home, Anya's mood had improved greatly. It's a wonder what a furry monster can do to make someone's life that much better. It had been two days since Callen had dropped him off, and Anya was giving Comet every last bit of her attention. Maybe she was using him as a distraction, but she figured either way he deserved some special treatment. The king was now back in his castle.

Anya felt like she wanted to do something today. She powered up her laptop and began looking through her files for something to do at home. As she was scrolling, she saw a file that she hadn't touched in over a year. Her breath caught as she opened it revealing some song lyrics. She hadn't even thought of singing in weeks. Maybe it was time to fix that she thought. Anya couldn't remember the tune she was planning on placing with the words, so she just hummed a little beat to herself for a bit. Finally she began to sing a lilting melody for her lyrics.

"The sun may shine brighter than moon, but how could you ever compare the two?"

"The night is calm and everlasting, while the day is fierce and quickly passing."

"You are the night to my day, and I shall never choose to runaway."

She continued singing out her song into a final crescendo. She stood there, breathless, in the silence of the apartment. Even Comet was still, staring up at her. She gathered herself as she looked back at the screen. There were more poems and lyrics she could sift through. She might even crack open her music program and write some... no she thought. When she wrote songs, she fully expressed her feelings and laid it all bare for everyone to see, but her emotions were still so raw from the heartbreak. Her soul was still so cracked and scattered. It would take a long time to gather up the pieces. For now, she thought, singing itself was enough.

As she went about her morning she danced and sung until she was sweaty and felt like the world wasn't too bad. They say music is therapy for a reason. She was getting a glass of water when she felt a familiar feeling inside her. The feeling like there is a fire lit underneath her. She wanted something again; she wanted to sing again. Not just sing in her home or in passing, Anya wanted to perform again. She wanted to connect with people again and feel that magic of being alive.

This motivation was intense for a moment, but quickly dulled. Who would want to see her perform again? Would people even want to listen to her voice? Still, there was that kernel of hope inside of Anya. She hadn't done anything wrong. Sure, she put her trust in the wrong person, but maybe people would listen to her. Who's to say no one would believe her? In that moment Anya resolved to get back out there. Even if she had no supporters left after it all, she still had to try. Her life's career was worth it.

Anya snatched her phone and dialed Alex's number. As it was ringing she began to feel uneasy, but held strong. Her voice mail answered, which was a little weird, but Anya ignored it as she said in the most determined voice she could muster, "Alex, I want to sing again. I'll do whatever it takes, because I just can't live like this. I'll go on that talk show. I'll do anything. Please call me back as soon as possible."

With that she hung up and felt a sense of relief wash over her. She was no longer going to remain complacent as Dayton ran around and dragged her name in the mud. Yes, she was still very much hurt, but in this moment she was angry, no furious. HOW DARE HE BETRAY HER LIKE THAT! Anya was a strong person, and she was NOT going to let him destroy her. She needed to get ready, because today she had some work to do. Today, she was going to take back control of her life.