Inside the campus gym, the light was dim and only coming from the stage. The dome was filled with people—students, alumni, and common citizens. Their eyes were glued to the scenery happening in front of them on the stage. Their eyes were filled with enthusiasm, nodding, and smiling.
"But, soft! What light through yonder window breaks?" Killian raised his hand, wearing a high, noble attire consisting of a cream tunic, blazer, and slacks. His hair was tied up in a bun, showing his handsome features more. "It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, who is already sick and pale with grief. That thou, her maid, art far more fair than she."
