I get to write about Romeo and Juliet writing in their diaries! What fun!

<Enter Romeo>

Romeo throws open the heavy curtains to his room, which have been in place to block out the sun. He hastily sits down at his desk as the spotlight falls on him.

He opens up a journal and finds a quill and inkwell to write with.

Romeo looks outside in the night.

Romeo:

   "Yes, the sun...she is the sun..."

He looks forwards and writes fervently for a moment.

He looks out at the sun again and smiles before looking back down and reading aloud, with passion.

  "My love, she is like the sun...She has livened my days, just as the dawn would break upon cold night...She is radiant enough to shine through even darkness...Juliet! How I love thee...And yet you are a Capulet...yet...if I can no longer be Romeo, then that is what I shall be!"

Romeo stands up from his chair as he nearly begins to yell his words.

 "If I can no longer be Romeo for thy love, then I shant be Romeo no more!"

Romeo puts the journal back on his desk and departs, heading for Friar Lawrence's cell as dawn begins to break.


<Enter Juliet, Nurse.>

Nurse, with playful scolding in her voice:

  "Juliet! Milady, what were you doing out there? So late and cold!"

Juliet:

  "Your concern is touching, dear Nurse. I'm quite alright. I just needed fresh air."

The Nurse snorts and bids her good night before leaving.

Juliet checks to make sure she's gone before sitting down at a table and taking a journal out from a journal, and a quill to accompany it.

Juliet:

  "Ah, how Fate has smiled upon me today..."

She reads aloud as she writes. The lights dim so that only a spotlight on Juliet is all the light there is.

  "I may not have found bliss in Paris, but I've been blessed with another...O Romeo, how I wish you could've stayed at my window..."

She pauses and looks up, with sadness in her eyes. Quickly wiping away a tear, she resumes writing and reading aloud.

  "O Romeo! How I wish you weren't a Montague! Or perhaps, how I wish I were not of Capulet blood. Love is cruel...to give me a man that I adore, yet my family would despise..."

Juliet sighs

  "Ay me..."

She returns the journal and quill to its' drawer and kneels before her bed in brief prayer before standing, blowing out a candle, and retiring for the night.

Lights fade.