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At one point, Romeo crouched down next to me while Juliet was calling for him, and he looked at me and said “Is she saying my name?” And I said, “YES! That’s for you!”
What do you do when you arrive two hours early and need to use the bathroom? You head to the Marriott Marquis and act as if you are a guest at the hotel, of course.
The flirtation did not seem vicious and the pair agreed that as long as lines were not crossed, that it would only be friendly.
If only I had known what I was about to fucking endure.
It paints a picture of a scheming Princess Di, a woman who knew what she had to do to make the public sympathize with her.
There is also an element of satisfaction among watching this show, and getting a story out of it without it being explained.
The title of hero seems to be given to whoever does any act of kindness.
I guess we are a spectacle for the outsiders...you’re welcome for the hot mess.
Whenever plays have scenes where two actors are making out, it always makes me squeamish.
I want my 🐖! Oh god! Is that? Holy shit, that’s the - that’s the Pigman.
I thought I was taking the SAT all over again. FML
She wasn't exactly the best caretaker, not the most attentive person, seeing as she forgot to turn on her mom's oxygen tank!!
I was shook and I was speechless like what just happened?!?!?!
Struggle is real and it can make you do crazy things.
I have no rhythm in my body.
There's something about these kinds of shows that hit the human experience almost too accurately.
I never liked Shakespeare. His way of speaking was hard to grasp in high school and reminded me of the Bible.
Bish whet?!? Why do we it? Because we want to feel accepted and included by others.
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I still can't seem to understand why they had my ass leaving the theatre at an UNFATHOMABLY LATE 10:35 PM if the show started at 8 PM.
The play's constant reference to the SAT's gave me war flashbacks.
Although at first Dr. John Buchanan looks like a McDreamy, he was absolutely fucking not.
Though the idea of pregnancy frightens me to death, I know that I 100% want to be a mother.
I was very confused.
It's sad to say that he did a good job.. but like he did.
This experience to me was more of a highlight of how awesome my mother is.
This show is the kinda thing that happens every time you think really hard about that ONE depressing thing i.e. me every time I have 10 mins to spare
If anything, this play has reaffirmed to me that there are systems in this world that are solely designed to look at people as nothing but a number.
Put that love in, make the world want to talk about what you're doing with your real life, your proper time.
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