WAZZUP

This is a story I'm writing for a friend of mine! Yea, we kinda met on the Internet (don't we all do that LOL), but she is my Hamil-homie...2nd homie. I do not own Hamilton *sheds tear* Lin owns it. I love Lin. Lin is love. Lin is life.

The rain poured down heavily as the shadowy figure walked down the crooked sidewalk. It was in the dead of Midnight. Almost no one was out that night, excuse for only a few streetlights. Most people would have stayed in, especially in this weather.

He however, had other plans.

He reached his destination. The large house had no occupants, as expected. He grinned.

Ah yes, this is the spot.

DeMya (pronunced 'De-mai-a') smiled to herself as she combed her hair. Oh, how she has waited for this day. The day where she and her best friend would finally be able to see the musical of the century:Hamilton.

She checked everything off the list. Pens: Check. Blankets:Check. Notepads: Check. What was she missing...oh, yes!

Kleenex.

Check.

She raced out the door after getting ready, hoping to find her friend, and praying to God she still has those glorious tickets.

Amaya ('A-mai-a') ran down the street and finally met up with DeMya. She grinned as she held up the tickets. "I've got a golden ticket~" DeMya sighed. "Wrong Musical, Maya..." Amaya was a ball of sunshine. "Sorry, but i'm too hype!" Then the latter smiled. "Oh, screw it. Me too." They both laughed. Amaya looked at her watch.

"Oh my god! It's 6:30!" Shrieking, they ran to the Richard Rogers Theatre as fast as they could.

As they were seated, they were greeted by King George's voice, trying not to cry already. This was going to be a hell of a ride indeed...

The curtains opened as everyone practically screamed with applause.

Intermission

Amaya was smiling from ear to ear a she read the Playbill as if it were a bestselling novel. Meanwhile, DeMya had to run straight to the bathroom to, once again, scream the all-skate while trying, and failing, to sing everything.

Laughing at each other's antics, they ran back in to Feelsville.

At the end of the road of Feelsville

They were in a fetal position.

Need I say more?

Signing was a trip itself. Everyone was trying to get an autograph with at least one lead.

DeMya and Amaya were amongst that crowd. Amaya screamwd in delight. "OMIGOD. IT'S JONATHAN! HE'S EVEN HOTTER IN PERSON..."

Amaya Jones has always had a crush on Groffsauce. Ever since she first listened to the soundtrack, he has digitslly changed her life. DeMya giggled. That's how the Hamiltrash can rolls...

But as DeMya got out her phone, she dropped it on the red carpet. Nervously, she tried to pick it up...

"Ah, i've got that for you!"

...and she was greeted by the angel of a person, the voice of an angel, the looks of an angel, just an ANGEL. She met him...

Leslie Odom Jr.

Amaya turned. "What's wro-" And she was put under his spell.

"H-Hi..." she could only manage before fainting. DeMya could only muster. "Pardon me, Are you Aaron Burr, sir?" Before passing out.

DeMya squinted her eyes. She was in a room. It looked pretty...Theatre-ish. The walls were green...Light green to be percise.

She has seen this before.

Amaya woke next to her, completely confused. "Where are we?" The other kept examining the room. "Looks familiar...It looks like someone's dressing room..."

"That would be me!" a cheery voice echoed. They could not believe their eyes.

They saw their roll model, sweetheart, and king. Top rapper in their eyes, best Grandpa, and total Linammon roll. Yes, we are talking about-

"LIN-MANUEL MIRANDA?!"

...what they said.

YOU WANNA BE IN THIS STORY?!

THEN JUST TELL ME WHAT ROLL YOU WANT TO PLAY IN THIS, AND IT IS DONE. (I mean, just who is your character in this)

GIRL SCOUTS HONOR.

PEACE.

~Myasings signing off.