Chapter 1

Lin Manuel Miranda; not very well known yet, only really known for that White House performance he did when he was first writing the songs for his upcoming musical, Hamilton, was sitting at his desk, stressing over the song he was rewriting for what seemed like the millionth time. Yet, no matter how many times he rewrote it, it just didn't seem right. He leaned back in his chair and let out a small laugh, oh how similar he was in this life to how he was in his past life. Always writing, never being able to get it quite right in his eyes. Lin actually found it quite amusing he gained his memories from reading a book about his past self and his first thought was 'Omg I have to make a musical about this.' Before it had even fully sunk in that he was the Alexander Hamilton.

Lin sighed and looked back at the piece of paper, before scrunching it up and throwing it into the bin that was already overflowing with rolled up paper. Knowing he'd get nothing else done there, he walked out of his office after shrugging on his jacket and started walking through the halls of the workshop space they had for working on the musical. He knew some of the actors would be about and likely bump into him.

Philipa Soo was walking the halls of the workshop, singing softly to herself when she nearly ran into the rather stressed out Lin. She was to play Elizabeth in his upcoming play, Hamilton and was looking forward to it. "Look around, look around at how lucky we are to be alive right now..." She sang as she spotted Lin just in time. "Whoah, hey Lin. Everything alright?" She asked with the concern in her voice poorly concealed.

Lin looked up at Philipa and gave a smile, always one to make sure others are happy and usually the best way to do that was to seem happy yourself. "Yeah, I'm fine." He carefully adjusted the folder, which held some script, in his arm. "You sound great by the way." He spoke softly, complimenting her amazing singing.

Philipa smiled at Lin's compliment. "Thank you," she said gratefully and with a slight blush, always appreciating something like that. She wasn't the most confident of actresses or singers, after all, so every little bit helped. That's why she auditioned for Hamilton in the first place. To help with her confidence.

Lin's smile turned a little more authentic as he was Philipa smile, it always did help to be around others that were happy, "No problem, just saying it how it is." He said before looking back down at his folder. He knew he should be working on the song but he just couldn't concentrate. All the flashbacks from when he was Hamilton kept coming back because of the damn thing.

She nodded before clearing her throat awkwardly. "Anyway, do you need help with anything, I have a little time on my hands and wouldn't mind helping if you need it." Philipa offered with a small tilt to the head.

Lin was pulled out of his thinking and thought for a moment. He did have a lot to do, but most of it he would have to do himself because it would likely trigger memories. He shook his head, "Thank you for offering, but I think I have most of it under control. I'll tell what though! I want to go over some changes in the first song. So I'll call out for that later. Think you could get the word around?"

Philipa nodded with a light smile before setting off back down the hall to get the word out. In the back of her head, she knew something was up with Lin but she also knew better than to nag.

While this was happening, in another area of the workshop, Anthony was alone in one of the many rooms, his voice echoing against the walls as he ran through a couple vocal warm-ups before he would proceed to practice some new songs. He brushed his hair out of his eyes, looking up so it wouldn't fall into them again.

Philipa past through the hall and soon heard a voice she recognised as Anthony's, going over some vocal warm-ups and decided to start there. "Hey, Anthony."

As soon as Anthony heard the voice he stopped, turning around and seeing Philipa, he smiled. "Hey, Philipa. What's up?" He questioned, for the moment Anthony dropped the idea of continuing his warm-ups and singing,

"Not much, Lin wants to go over some changes he made to the first dong so he's gonna call out for it later," she informed him with her usual cheery voice. Anthony nodded, "Oh, Okay." He ran his hand through his curled hair while humming for a moment. For a second he debated continuing his singing or going to see Lin.

Philipa nodded back before leaving to notify the rest of the cast. Once she had finished telling everyone she could find she sat on a bench against the wall. She went back to singing, working out some kinks in Helpless.

Lin watched as Philipa left and sighed, everyone here reminded him so much of his friends and enemies before, but now they where all so nice. And he had known some of them before he remembered, he just couldn't bring himself to hate any of them... even those who reminded him of Jefferson and Burr.

With a deep breath, Lin started making his way through the halls again, towards the makeshift kitchen they had which just held a small fridge freezer, a microwave, oven and coffee machine. He quickly made himself some coffee and sat down at the table drinking it.

Lin slowly took sips of his coffee, one of the things he loved about being alive now was the coffee. It was just amazing, and great for weeks of no sleep. He grabbed his folder and went over the first song, one he was able to write with minimal flashbacks. By minimal, he meant only 5 or so.

Daveed stood, strutting around parading about happily as he rapped away to himself in his French accent. He had a sandwich in hand as he strolled around, "Takin' this horse by the reigns, makin' redcoats redder with bloodstains - never gonna stop til I make 'em drop, burn 'em up and scatter their remains!"

Anthony only had to check a few different rooms to find Lin. In the kitchen. Drinking coffee. It wasn't too surprising and probably should have been his first guess. A soft smile spread across his face. "Hey."

Lin looked up, startled from his work, and saw Anthony, "Oh, hey!" He said, once again smiling brightly while inside he was stressed and exhausted.

"You're not pushing yourself too much, are you?" Anthony questioned in a light yet concerned tone as he walked over to stand next to Lin. In response, Lin gave a small shrug "Nah, I'm just a little..." he yawned, cutting himself off, and quickly covered his mouth with his hand, "just a little stressed over this song I'm trying to write." He finished, clearly lying. He knew he was never able to lie well to John... or to Anthony.

Anthony bit his lip for a minute. "Honestly, I think you're a terrible liar." He sighed, "As amazing as you are, I do not think you can run on caffeine forever. You need to chill out a little bit... take a break so things don't get too much."

Lin shook his head, "I can't afford to right now. There's so much to do!" He downed the rest of his coffee not at all affected by how hot it was, "And so little time."

Anthony's smile faded slightly, "This won't be a success if you don't take care of yourself, Lin" He took a seat next to him and tried not to glare. "Seriously, take a break before you work yourself to death. There's always time."

AN:

Okay! Time for all the boring disclaimer stuff:

I don't own Hamilton, and I certainly do not own the cast… I don't even know them *shrug*

NOW THAT THAT'S DONE!

I want to thank everyone that was in the RP that this fanfic has been written from, purely because I wouldn't have had the motivation without it. I also plan to turn all my rps in to one shots/stories. And there will be more of this one coming at some point.

Please leave Review, telling me if you like it or not, how I can improve. But don't just flame try and be constructive because I have no shame and will come back at you if you us hate.

~Aleander~

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