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“If I profane with my unworthiest hand this holy shrine, the gentle fine is this: my
lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand to smooth that rough touch with a tender
kiss.”
As I listened to Collin say his line, the butterflies returned to my stomach with a
vengeance. “Thanks,”
I whispered. “You’re going to be
great, you know.”
I couldn’t look him in the eyes. As Juliet
fell in love with Romeo, I began to feel something for Collin that I hadn’t felt
before. Collin took a deep breath and moved a little closer. I cleared my throat. I paced the hallway outside the green room, wringing my hands nervously. He picked up my hand. Finally it was time for
Juliet to feign her death.
