if the method works

[mightbeweird]

Curses.
Now I'm gonna be late for my practice with Jan.
I don't start these things.
I don't want to quarrel.
But it is against my good nature to see my fellow cast members Montagues in trouble so when I saw the fray begin well...
I got involved.
I don't know what started it. I don't know what his problem is.
It's not right for Tybalt and his

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[mightbeweird]

uh-huh. Now I'm thinking about it.
"It umm.. I don't know. I didn't really hang out with most of the people before." It's hard to remember. It seems like the Capulets were always quick to quarrel. "and some I'd rather not hang out with now."

[_janice_]

"Like...you just stopped liking them for no reason?" I ask. Like suddenly Eric and Jordy are best friends for no reason, and Sophie said Danny hated Jordy. "See, that's what I mean, it's like people are being friends based on which house they just happened to get cast into."

Which in no way explained why both Jordy and Eric were pissed at me for being Rosaline--I wasn't even IN the cast. I flip open my script and scan over Romeo's lines, and suddenly get feeling kind of depressed about the whole situation. The whole having to avoid Jordy and him being pissed at me...it just sucks.

[mightbeweird]

"Um. I'm not the one who did the casting. That was Miss Vargas."
umm. I'd really rather not talk about this and from the looks of things Jan doesn't want to talk about it anymore either.

I shrug."Can we just practice?"

[_janice_]

I sigh. "Well, yeah, that's kind of what I meant, people who used to be friends aren't based on a random assignment--" But I can see it's not making much sense to her, and I'm thinking she's right. Just do the lines, except I'm not gonna have anything else to help Miss Dante with what's going on.

"Sure, let's run the lines." As I read through the next few of Romeo's lines, I start feeling more and more depressed. I've lost all my friends to the weirdness.

[mightbeweird]

It's easy falling back into the cadence of the lines.
It feels natural. Like what I've always done.
My poor Cuz. He/She lets these things get to him too much. It's not the end of the world. and I try to tell him so...

[_janice_]

It's strange, as I read through the lines (not too clumsily, I'm glad I practised) I start really feeling them. Like my heart is breaking over a love I can never have, and I feel tears come to my eyes. Benvolio's words are soothing, but they don't quiet the ache...

When the stage notes say Going I get to my feet, ready to storm out of the auditorium, until Benvolio stops me.

...Whoa, didn't think I'd really get into acting, but this is kind of coming to me naturally.

[mightbeweird]

She starts to leave. I can not let him go this way.
I will not let Jan -Romeo leave me behind.
Not in this state. S/He is too distressed to think clearly. All tangled up over thoughts of love.

S/He says so little with so many words. I will be plain.
"Soft! I will go along;
An if you leave me so, you do me wrong."

[_janice_]

I hesitate, and then the lines start coming, about Rosaline, how she has thwarted my desires...I launch into the longest of the speeches, berating her for her chastity, and the anger wells up in me--

Holy crap, I'm pissed because she wants to be a nun or something! Why is this affecting me like this?

I look at Benvo--Amanda, confusion in my eyes.

[mightbeweird]

If the girl isn't interested, well it is better to find someone who is. No matter how strong the love if it is not requited it will only sicken the one who loves.
S/He thinks there is nothing that can compare to what he is feeling now.
alas poor Romeo has never felt love returned.

I shall prove it. And counsel Romeo to seek some other love.

[_janice_]

I grind out the lines, " Show me a mistress that is passing fair,
What doth her beauty serve but as a note
Where I may read who pass'd that passing fair?
Farewell: thou canst not teach me to forget.

I storm out in earnest, then, my rancor high...and as soon as I'm in the hall I wonder when I started using words like rancor, and think I should go back in. God, I hope Amanda's not pissed, I was just acting.