"O Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art thou Romeo?" I paused. "Crap!" I looked down at my script and mumbled "deny thy father and refuse thy name; or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love and I'll no longer be a Capulet" to myself. I took a deep breath, trying to commit these lines to memory. "Honey, dinner!" My mother called from the kitchen. I sighed. "Coming!" I got my 16-year-old self up and ran downstairs and into the kitchen. "Smells good mom," I said as I walked into the kitchen, "what did you make?" My beautiful 52-year-old mother smiled at me and said "thanks Juliet. We are having pancakes with sausage and scrambled eggs. For you, miss vegetarian, I got some of that soy sausage that you like so much." I smiled and kissed my mom on the cheek. "We, fake sausage? How do you even stand that stuff?" My dad said as he walked in as well, no doubt lured by the smell. "I stand it because I know that no animals were harmed before I ate it." My dad shrugged. "Oh well, more for me then." I laughed and began setting the table. "So, how are your lines coming honey?" I grimaced. "Okay, I guess." "Well, we're both very excited for you dear. You audition in two days, right?" "Yeah. Hopefully I'll have them down by then." My dad smiled. "You'll do great kiddo. Just remember, no real Romeos until you're 18." I smiled. My dad had this silly notion that I was going to wait until I was 18 to date. "Yes daddy." Mom finally sat down with us, and we all dished our plates and dug in.
