Burn It and Move On

Part 6: 1609 - London

"Seriously? This play?" I caught the murmur of the title amid the conversations of the crowd and immediately turned on Aella. "Why do we have to go to this one? You know I hate William."

"Hey," she pouted at me. "Call him Shakespeare."

I glared back. "I hate Willy Shakes and we better only be here so I can throw a tomato."

Demi and Gal both snickered, but Aella wasn't amused. "If you don't want to be here, then leave. I just wanted you to see the costumes that I helped make."

"I'm sure they're absolutely lovely but Billy-boy is still a cocky arsworm and I hate him."

Gal broke out in laughter and Demi snorted but nudged me disapprovingly anyway. "Language."

"Oh, shut up! You hate Hamlet more than anyone I know so don't even pretend you want to be here."

"Alright, little beadle." Gal wrapped his arms around me and put his hand over my mouth. "You're going to draw attention to us."

We stood at the back of the Globe Theatre, in the shadows of balconies and just on the edge of the standing crowd. There were squashed tomatoes rotting under our feet, smelling quite like the people standing in front of us.

New York City, 1965. Shea Stadium. John. Paul. George. Ringo. Beatles, Beatles, Beatles.

Aella loved Shakespeare. Loved him. She'd seen all his plays at least once and had tried to seduce him on more than one occasion, much to his wife's chagrin. She'd integrated herself into Hamlet by volunteering to make the costumes.

Now, she was pouting at us, but at this point I didn't care. I was tired of hearing her vent about how much she lusted after this pretentious a-hole and how we had to keep coming back to see his stupid shows.