the sun is out today, yet a scarf is wrapped around jisuâs throat as she walks around the k-arts campus. sheâs just started classes, and the mazelike corridors of the buildings are really not helping her get any idea of where she is. they all look the same to her, and the class numbers make it even more confusing. this is an arts college, not a sciences one, couldnât they have named the rooms after famous artists instead of with digits? sheâs just left her stage performance 101 class, and she has an hour to eat and find the vocal lessons class, and sheâs no closer to find it than she was ten minutes ago, when she actually left the other classroom. on top of that, this part of the building seems to be deserted, for some reason, so there isnât even someone to stop and ask for some help.Â
after five more minutes of aimlessly walking, jisu decides thatâs it. sheâs done searching on her own. sheâll just knock on any classroomâs door and ask whoever the teacher in it is where the damned room is. what is her luck, that the first few doors she tries are just as empty as the corridors. frustrated and about to abandon her search and just walk all the way back to reception â if she can find it, that is â she decides to try one last door before giving up.Â
to her surprise, the room is actually occupied, and jisu just stands there for a second, the person inside still unaware. before she can actually speak, the boy inside, all alone in the room except for jisu now, starts reciting some lines from no other than romeo and juliet. jisu is caught in his interpretation and, before she quite realizes what sheâs doing, she jumps in with julietâs lines, her actress soul just taking over her. âa thousand times the worse, to want thy light. love goes toward love, as schoolboys from their books, but love from love, toward school with heavy looks.â
as much as wooyoung likes acting, sometimes he finds it hard to find the beauty in shakespeare. he understands how beloved and cherished his plays are, but theyâre all so sad! surely he couldâve come up with some fun, sci-fi play at some point?! hamlet with a lightsaber? macbeth dabbling in sorcery with the witches and joining a coven to live out his best witchy life? why did they all have to involve death, madness, and forbidden love?Â
of course, there is some beauty to the words at least, and the rhythm of them. if spoken right, together with each heartbeat, thereâs a sort of magic to the words. even if the stories arenât wooyoungâs cup of tea, the genius is in the words, not the plot. anyone couldâve come up with the plots he did, but no one couldâve written them with such magic as shakespeare did.Â
theyâre studying shakespeare in his classes at the moment, planning a small production of romeo and juliet. wooyoung, somehow, had managed to get the role of romeo, despite not looking much like the handsome heartthrob, as some of his classmates did. though he supposes he looks the closest to a 16 year old out of the bunch.Â
heâs practising his lines in a dimly lit studio, pacing along in front of the wall length mirror, when a voice joins him, making him jump slightly. itâs a girl heâs not met before, but despite the unexpectedness of her arrival, he beams - heâd been wishing for someone to recite lines with, and hereâs someone who apparently knows them off by heart.Â
he skips over julietâs line that goes next, âhist, romeo, hist!â and continues to his next line. âit is my soul that calls upon my name. how silver-sweet sound lovers tongues by night, like softest music to attending ears.â
