ROMEO AND JULIET (RECOMPOSED) by Jason Rudge THE PROLOGUE The CHORUS enters. Our scene is set in an enticing city Where two rival households swap stinging scars, Uglifying the air two teens make pretty When true love blows their hearts across the stars,… Which rouse a prickly sun imparting heat To twisting blades that twist the plot on stage For the benefit of worms seeking meat From fools who rashly court despair and rage. Youth can make fools of all the greatest lovers, But sometimes outside forces play a part And in this tale a foolish youth discovers His love can’t keep old hatreds from his heart- Nor halt hearts taking trips to heaven’s gate, Which fast becomes the lovers’ tragic fate. The CHORUS exits.
Who the hell cares? Seriously! He's been dead 408 years! He has a house in the town, yet young locals who are healthy and alive and kicking cannot get a house or rent anywhere to live in the town because its a bloody museum to this corpse! The town is so wrapped up in its past it has screwed up its future.
