Prologue: Juliet's POV
The crowd cheers as the Capulet Philharmonic takes their bows. Tybalt and I stand in the front, me holding my violin, Tybalt holding his drum sticks. I can see my parents, the Capulet's, cheer with proud faces, their conducting batons secure in their hands. I also see Paris, holding his golden trumpet, clapping along with the crowd. I have everything a musician could ask for, 1st chair violin in the philharmonic, daughter of the conductors/founders of it, and the "gorgeous" trumpet player vying for my affections. And yet, something is missing…….
Romeo's POV
The Monty's rise up from the stage, ready to perform another encore. Mercutio admires the screaming girls from the front row and blows them a kiss as the girls giggle. Benvolio rolls his eyes and clicks on the drumsticks. I strum on the electric guitar singing our newest single. The crowd goes wild as I shout and scream into the microphone. I look on the side of the stage to see my parents and managers, Montague's, giving me the thumbs-up sign. Living the easy life is a breeze, but there's an emptiness inside me that needs to be filled. Wow, that's cliché.
Sorry it's not too great, but I'm not too creative =)