Give Me Excess of It | LateStarter58 | One Shot - 3.9k | December 2018
Shakespeare comes in many forms...
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It was trying to rain again. Juliet hunched and pulled her scarf up to her chin as she felt the sharp prickles of the icy raindrops on her exposed cheeks. It would have been nice to get home in the dry for once. The chilly air hurt her tired throat, so she tugged the scarf higher again, until it covered her mouth. The moist air made the scent from the roses rise up to her nose. She smiled. Must be doing ok. Juliet knew who had thrown the bouquet on the stage tonight. The man was a big opera fan, and he spread his favours around. He had high standards, so she knew she had passed a test of some kind. Turning the corner, she saw the underground sign ahead. She’d soon be in the dry, at least for a while. Maybe it will have stopped by the time I’m back outside. As she hurried along the wet pavement, Juliet thought about the evening’s performance. For once, everything had gone pretty smoothly. Falstaff is the nearest Verdi gets to farce, and this production maximised the comedy. Consequently, there was a lot of running around, both on and off stage, including up and down stairs in order to appear at various “windows” in the set. That was exhausting enough, without having to sing as well. But she had to admit it was enormous fun, especially when it went well and the audience laughed in all the right places, as they had tonight. And at least there was only one costume change. As she was entering Holborn station, a tall man in a dark quilted jacket swept past her, striding quickly. Nice arse…
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