“With more feeling please, Fenella,” our drama teacher demands during the dress rehearsal while Romeo, wearing wire-rim glasses and spots, waits in the wings.
I shouldn’t judge Leonard by his looks. Should be grateful the make-shift balcony holds the weight of my plump body.
It’s First Night and I feel beautiful in my flowing velvet gown with flower-braided hair.
“Romeo, Romeo…” I gaze down upon my suitor resplendent in tights and white blouse.
Bathed in golden spotlight we fall into each other’s love-struck eyes.
Once more William Shakespeare has brought two teenage lovers together.