You and Jason were actors. Jason was playing Romeo and you were playing Juliet, respectively. You had both been practicing the play until you could get it perfect almost every time you could do it, multiple days were filled with acting out that play. An occasional mistake was made, but it was overall the best every actor could do. You both had a show coming up soon. Props were made and set up back stage, everyone had their lines recollected in their minds from practice.

Tonight was shoe night. You both were on stage. Lights beaming down from the stage as the audiences’ eyes clung to the actions that played out. You both had gotten to act 2, scene 2. You were standing out on the balcony that had been carefully crafted for this play and rolled out by backstage members. Jason stood at the bottom, looking up at you from your perch. After your preformed your verse, Jason quietly cleared his throat before he began his next line.

“‘I don’t know how to tell you who I am by using my name. My name, my dear saint, is now awful to me, since it’s your enemy. If I had my name written down somewhere, I’d tear up that paper,‘“ Jason proclaimed soulfully. He recalled the line perfectly.