Beca and Chloe sat in the back of the theater, dumbstruck. Beca broke the silence. "I don't think this is Shakespeare."

"Yeah," said Chloe. "The program says it's from The Winter's Tale. Maybe they updated the dialogue?"

The audience seemed to be laughing as the actors spoke the dialogue. "In the game of thrones, you win or you die."

"Wow," said Stacie. "I didn't know Shakespeare wrote that."

Chloe had run into Stacie while buying the tickets. "She saw the tickets and wanted to come along. What was I supposed to do, not invite her? That would have been awkward."

"Fine," Beca had said. "So long as she doesn't sit next to me."

Stacie elbowed Beca. "Oh my god I love this scene."

"Yeah, you told me three times."

"That's 'cause I really like it," said Stacie.

The next performance was the duel from Hamlet, but with people dressed as Klingons. Beca rolled her eyes. "This is just ridiculous."

"I know," said Chloe. "They should be using d'k taghs, not phasers."

This skit was followed by a scene from Much Ado About Nothing. Everyone seemed to be drunk. Whether this was intentional was up for debate.

"Maybe the characters are supposed to be sloshed," said Chloe. "And the actors really wanted to get into character."

One of the actors looked like he was going to puke. "I will assume thy part in some disguise and…wretch." People rushed onstage to clean up the vomit.

"Those are some realistic effects," said Stacie.

The final performance was from Richard III. "Now is the winter of our discontent…"

"Wow," said Beca. "This guy is actually good."

"I think he actually rehearsed," said Chloe.

"And therefore, since I cannot prove a lover, to entertain these fair well-spoken days, I am determined to prove a villain."

Suddenly a group of people hopped on stage and a voice came over a loudspeaker. "And now you will see the remainder of Richard III performed using interpretive dance."

"Dear god," said Beca.

"What's even going on?" said Chloe.

"I think that's Earl Rivers," said Stacie. "It looks like he's having a seizure…no he might be trying to kill his nephews. I don't know. My interpretive dance is a bit rusty."

Chloe looked down at her program. "We still have at least an hour of this."