The other day I had a really good idea for a story:
A high school Shakespeare club angrily splits into two groups when they can’t agree on the correct interpretation of Romeo and Juliet. One group thinks it’s a cautionary tale about the stupidity of youth and shallow lust; the other group think it’s a beautiful tragedy about poisonous hatred conquered by love. Reconciliation seems impossible-
-then a person from one group falls in love with a person from the other
A student discussing Romeo & Juliet: Like, can you even IMAGINE being forbidden to love someone? The one person you want to marry is the person you can’t have? And all because of other people’s hatred?
My not-straight self: Yeah, that would…. um… be really bad… really not good…
two households, both alike in dignity, in fair verona, where we lay our scene, from ancient grudge break to new mutiny, where civil blood makes civil hands unclean. from forth the fatal loins of these two foes apair of star-cross’d lovers take their life; whose misadventured piteous overthrows do with their death bury their parents’ strife. the fearful passage of their death-mark’d love, and the continuance of their parents’ rage, which, but their children’s end, nought could remove, is now the two hours’ traffic of our stage; the which if you with patient ears attend, what here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend.