Romeo and Juliet, huh? (It's an unlikely story, darling)

Bucky's been playing with the NYSO for five years or so, and now he's looking at the principle's chair which might as well have his name scrawled all over it. Until it it doesn't. It's a bit like being underwater suddenly, drowning in that ever intoxicating cocktail of disappointment and embarrassment. He'd been so sure. Well, before this fucking Adonis turned up, at least.