The Globe is on edge. Romeo and Juliet arrive shaken — Blake still reeling from last night’s forced kiss, Lucius still burning with humiliation and fury. Shakespeare walks in with a spectacular bruise, the cast muttering that the pair are amateurs, disasters, and should be replaced. But the playwright beams, calling them new blood, fresh blood, visionaries. The troupe groans. Lucius rolls his eyes. Blake watches him like a man guarding a lit fuse. And rehearsal begins — tense, dangerous, and one insult away from exploding.
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