"O, I am slain!"

Mood: Lifeless, and kinda lousy

Song: The Show Must Go On by Queen

I entered the Queen's bedroom and gave her a quick overview of what would be occurring. I would be behind the curtain and Hamlet would soon be approaching. Within seconds, I hid and Hamlet entered. I listened for a while, and then it sounded as if the Queen was in trouble and in harm. I heard her exclaim something about "murder" and I yelled for help. Then, I feel this terrible pain, as Hamlet stabs me with his sword, and then.....

What is going on?

Mood: Startled

Song: What's Going On by Marvin Gaye

So, I have got my pal Reynaldo to look after my son in France. I have purposely sent him in search of what type of impression my son is leaving on the French. He should look, and outright ask if needs be, if Laertes is participating in any bad and obscene behavior.

Directly after this conversation, my daughter Ophelia came terrified out of her room. She had just been sewing, so I had no clue what could have caused such emotions. It turns out that horrid Hamlet had visited her and acted completely mad. I blame myself. I secluded Ophelia and told her not to even speak with Hamlet. Now, he has become love sick and crazy. My next step is to inform the King of Hamlet's behavior and hope we can find a way to end his madness.

Advice For My Children

Mood: Persuasive

Song: Everybody's Free to Wear Sunscreen by Baz Luhrmann

Well, my son is off to France. He left today and I gave him as much advice as I possibly could. Hopefully, he listened and did not just appease me by acting as if he was in agreement. He should not come back with any debts or with any enemies. Rather, he should have left a great impression on the French. It is my hope that Laertes represents the name of our family and country well. He should leave the impression that he is friendly, keen, humble, and true.

In more alarming news, it has come to my attention that Ophelia is seeing Hamlet. She believes he loves her! So naive, my daughter, to fall for a man more concerned with the country affairs than with her own safety. She makes me angry of how easily she could fall for such! I have told her not to speak to Hamlet any more. To be done with him. She should listen. She should obey me, as I am her father. If she believes for one second that Hamlet is true to her....well, I do not know what I shall do with her. She must free herself of him!