Juliet is missing. Mercutio refuses to speak to me and Tybalt just called my play a joke. Lady Capulet is eyeing Juliet's stage costume, the Nurse has gone all diva on me, and the football players have already broken all the plastic swords. Chansung's stage crew have called it quits. Shakespeare Club nerds are rumored to be burning  incenses to call onto the spirit of William  Shakespeare to come rid of the disgrace of a play that I am assembling. Which in my defense everything was going perfectly fine until Romeo kissed me or I kissed him. I can't really wrap my head around the whole kissing part. This is not the play I envisioned.