As I stroll through the elegant hallways, I am in complete awe with the detail of each andevery column, curtain, and anything else surrounding me.Macbeth has done it! Today wecelebrate the coronation of a new king, a lifetime friend who continuously motivates me toaccomplish my goals., The doors to the grand room open and guests dressed in royal fill eachseat. Moments later Lady Macbeth and our king enter the room dressed in lavish blue filled withaccessories flowing down their attire, serving as evidence of their wealth and success.After years of friendship, I know Macbeth’s reaction when something’s off and somethingdefinitely is. My dear friend is walking with a heavy foot as his eyes wrinkle in confusion whilestaring at his reserved seat at the end of the table. Macbeth begins to mumble as if someone’sthere taunting him. His voice starts to increase in volume followed by notable facial expressions.Sweat drips down his neck as the panic and terror begins. Soon enough the mumbles turnedinto a sharp cry and with aggression. As Macbeth begins to howl at his “seat”, I wonder if he Isseeing a ghost. Why else would he be acting so careless and anxious? Lady Macbeth is quicklypacing towards her husband and tightly guides him away from the table. From afar I can tellMacbeth is losing patience. I quickly stand and walk towards them.