The Strange Night at the Capulet Ball

Part One: The First Bite

As soon as I stop dancing with Juliet, I make my way over to the table covered with food and beverages. Men were eying Juliet the whole time I was dancing with her. The song that is playing now is a sweet tune composed by Giovanni Pierluigi da Palestrina. It is crowded at the Capulet Ball, and I am trying to fight my way through this huge crowd of dancers to get a slice of duck. I am tripping over a few dancer's feet on my way over to the enormous mahogany table with all kind of food on it. The aromas of duck, hen, and turkey are strong enough to make a hunting dog go crazy. The food was prepared by the second best chef in all of Italy!

I reach the over-decorated table filled with many varieties of roasted wild birds and grab an amazingly dressed slice of duck. I take a bite. This is the best duck I have had since my parents died of Typhoid Fever two years ago. I am pondering the thought when I take another bite. The second bite is more heavenly than the first. I look at the sidelines to see if any of the women aren't dancing. Wow! I think I see Rosaline. She looks a lot prettier than I remembered. Her dark-brown hair sweeping her shoulders and a bright eye hiding behind a lock of hair. One of her eyes was a diamond star and her lock of hair is the night. I wish that I could touch her olive skin again but, as I look at the amazing table filled with the most exotic and expensive foods, Juliet has the money; I must marry Juliet. The table of food is as full as this room is with beautiful dancers.

Oh! Look it is Isabella. Isabella walks over to me and I bow to her. She blushes at me, then she takes some turkey from a dish on the platter in front of her. I watch her eat the turkey, her soft pale lips touch the piece of turkey that is on her fork. Isabella's beautiful teeth are as white as a cloud on a warm summer day and as straight as a dungeon's metallic bars smile at me after she swallows the turkey. Well what about Isabella? She is more beautiful than both ladies combined with her smooth skin and high forehead. Her dancing is amazing, she is light on her feet. Isabella doesn't have enough money to throw all of these parties though or this amazing food. Or enough money to have duck that is as amazing as this. I must go through with Juliet.

Capulet's speech was really motivational because even an elder woman fifty years of age was dancing. There are some amazing dancers here tonight! Wait! Where is Juliet? As I look around the ballroom, Juliet is not there! This it truly terrifying, I start to lose my composure, what if Juliet is not dancing? What if someone catches her not dancing and spreads the rumor of her having corns? What if someone stole her? Juliet is the most desired woman in all of Verona with all of the money and power in her family. Juliet was more important in this moment than my sister was when I saw her choking on a bone.