XYRA'S POV
We climbed into the main stage and adrenaline danced through my veins like a live wire as we hit the stage. The final performance of Romeo and Juliet was here. Months of rehearsals had led to what we had in this one, glorious night.
Xyra was dressed in her flowing gown and fiery gaze. She was Juliet come to life.
We traded lines, and our on-stage chemistry was so perfect that one would not be able to tell that there was something tense and complicated between us. It was just so smooth. Then came the balcony scene.
The tension on stage was as thick as fog. I could feel my heart in my gut. My girlfriend sat in the front row, a polite smile plastered on her face. I didn't know how she was supposed to feel about me kissing Xyra. This whole performance felt like scaling a mine
