Theatre

Theatre… Juliet always liked it, nevertheless, she wasn’t a theatergoer. There was no need for her to go anywhere as all her life was being theatre till she met George. Yes, it was theatre – gorgeous, luxurious, marvelous. Theatre, where Juliet played only main roles and where she herself was a stage director. She played with everyone: with her family, boyfriends, friends. Friends? Had she ever had them? She thought, that hadn’t. But it didn’t matter anyway. It was even better – easier. Oh! How many roles had Juliet already played? She never counted. But it was always success, especially when she played her favourite and best role – role of bitch. Juliet played it most often and it always brought a storm of applause. Some people were admiring her, another were envying, but no one was indifferent. Juliet was beautiful, clever, intelligent, admirable. She had influence on people and their deeds and she was proud of it. How silly were those boys who fell in love with her! How funny were their weak attempts to catch her attention! It were her favourite performances, but they were becoming more and more predictable. She knew every their present, every word, every compliment, every intention. So, Juliet was beginning to change her boyfriends more and more often till she met George…
George wasn’t her type of boys and men at all. At first, he even irritated her but after a week of dating she fell in love with him: madly, deeply and unrequited. She tried to get herself in hands and to give next brilliant performance, but she failed. That time Juliet played only supporting role and it was awful as George played with her like she always did. It was his own play and she was only a member of the cast. Their relationships were lasting not very long. He was like a flash of light in her life: had changed everything and disappeared. But the deep trace in Juliet’s soul which was left by him didn’t let her to live like in the past. She was another person now. All her world was ruined. George made her weak and helpless and left her alone. How could he allow to treat her so?! Nevertheless, she loved him even stronger and couldn’t cope with her feelings. She didn’t know how to live without him. Anyway, it didn’t matter more, as George was going to live in another country and there was no place for Juliet in his new life. She was no one for him…