Response to Prompt #1

I've come to see a play by a man called Shakespeare. Apparently, he is quite the rising star in the literary world. My father insisted I go see one of his works at the so called Globe theater. As befitting my noble status I have a lovely view from the balcony where I am not troubled by the common folk below. Ah, the play is statrting. I believe it is called Romeo and Juliet, some story of Italin star-crossed lovers. I can see the whole stage from up here, I also can see the commoners standing around. The smell they are emitting is quite awful, some cross of manure and unwashed bodies. The gentlemen and ladies sitting around me emit a much more pleasing aroma, that of flowers and cleanliness. I'm not quite sure what is going on on stage, this Shakespeare fellow uses a very strange English. I do understand that there is some great fued between the families of the two lovers and people are dying. I must say I do not think I would do so much for a man, but then again they are from Italy, they must have a different mindset on these things. I came strait from my family's mansion in a very fine carriage, but a few other lords and ladies are having a party after the performance and I have been given permission to go. Perhaps we can discuss the play. Oh, it appears the show is over leaving both lovers dead and the fued gone. I must hurry to my cariage to beat the crowd. I did enjoy myself, pmayhaps I can see another with father or mother in the near future.

I have absolutely no idea what I'm doing.