“Two households both alike in dignity in fair London, Where we lay our scene, From ancient grudge break to new mutiny, Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean, From forth the fatal loins of these two foes, A pair of star crossed lovers,.." R/R

I cant describe it with out giving it away all i have to say is in the heat of a brazillian night passion may strike

it is a new generation fate must pass on it's torch into four young peoples hands with power comes great responsibility in this tale but for all we know this time the world may end in fire