Janelle sat in her window seat listening to her favorite album, Something Rotten as she sat sketching what she perceived the characters to look like without watching the play. For she could not. She was quarantined due to the epidemic affecting the world. She looked through the window thinking about how she missed her dear friend, Rachel who moved before the stay at home order was put into place. She proceeded to open the window to let some fresh air in as she drew.

She raised a BLICK illustrator marker up towards the curtains left by her friend. Thinking that her E6 hazelnut marker was the closest in color. She didn't use brown values unless it was for skin color but, today she was feeling a bit experimental. The curtains had a gold leaf patterned that cascaded downwards.

"Perfect." She stated as she added the same detail into the woman's Elizabeth dress. She did not know the women's name nor cared in googling it. Something Rotten wasn't like Phantom of Opera where the play mentions the leading lady's name at least ten times and that's only taking into account one song. Janelle's favorite part of the song God, I Hate Shakespeare was coming up and she couldn't resist to belt it out. She didn't care that her parents probably won't appreciate it.

"He's holding court and they say "Will you're such a genius and your writing is divine, a rose by any other name is such a clever line!"
And they're all "ooh!" and he's all "stop" and they're all "yay" and I'm all "ugh"
And I'm REALLY getting sick of it!
And oh, oh, oh, oh, I HATE SHAKESPEARE!"

The young man next door heard Janelle's less than average performance when he was moving boxes into the room and couldn't resist joining in. "I think by now I sort of know you hate Shakespeare!"

Janelle jumped hearing a voice reply. She immediately suspected that it came from her friend's old room. Then it hit her. She forgot that her new neighbors were moving in today. "That's embarrassing." She thought.

The young man said as he opened the curtains along with the window to lay eyes on his leading lady. "M'Lady are you going to leave our song unfinished or shall we continue our duet?" He smirked knowing he caught her off guard.

She took her phone out and clicked God, I Hate Shakespeare and put the time bar to the correct time in which the two of them left off. She couldn't sing without a beat but apparently he could. She only just meant him and she was already impressed by him plus he was a little bit cute. Shaggy hair that was either a light brown or a dark blonde. She couldn't really tell for an artist she was terrible at figuring out the exact colors of things. His eyes were a deep brown which went perfectly with his tanned skin tone. If they were in school right now he would have been gobbled up by the girls.

Janelle took the opportunity to impress the good-looking guy next door.
"Shmakespeare!
The way he feigns humility when all he does is gloat
The way he wears that silly frilly collar 'round his throat
The poster child for why no one should ever procreate
Let me make a shorter list so I can give it to you straight:
Every little thing about Shakespeare
Is what I hate!"

"She hates! She hates! She clearly surely really truly hates Shakespeare!"

She did not notice that he had changed the lyrics from we to I earlier. But, Janelle did notice when he changed the pronouns to She in the last line of his lyrics.

"Don't hate!" They said in unison. They both laughed afterwards finding the entirety of stitustation something to laugh at. The young man thought Janelle was quite a tease and that wasn't a bad thing. He just meant her and that to him made her off limits. He needed at least a year or two of knowing a girl before dating her. Although, he did think she was also cute with her cheeky smile, white framed reading glasses hanging her nose, and untamable ebony mane with a small patch of white hair in the front. She pushed her glasses up onto the top of her head when she did so he noticed that the skin on her hands were mostly white and her arms had spotted pigmentation.

"You're a good singer." She complimented.

"Thanks. Wish I could return the compliment."

"Well, then you shouldn't have egged me on if you didn't like my singing."

"I may not like your singing but, I do like your company." He said thinking that if he wasn't raised by a professional pianist and singer that this conversation would have gone a lot smoother.

"No. Just no. I am not falling for the whole "I like your company schtick" from the boy next door. Trying to woo me by singing and then with the M'Lady then you turn around and insult me. I know I am a bad singer but, a gentleman does not point that out. Jeez, I'm not a ping pong ball." She said exactly what she was thinking. This was probably her greatest flaw since she often made people mad.

"Yah, ping pong balls are usually white." He stated without really thinking about it and thought that he was now going to be referred to as a mean white racist by his neighbor better yet, the neighborhood if the word got around. He was doing so good and he just had to go mess it up on the first day of moving in.

She just burst out laughing. "You're not wrong." She actually liked it when people did not tip toe around her with jokes. And as an added bonus the look of "I'm so sorry" on his face was priceless.