Burr: How does a bastard, orphan, son of a whore and a Scotsman, dropped in the middle of a forgotten spot in the Caribbean by providence impoverished, in squalor, grow up to be a hero and a scholar?
"Wait, is that supposed to be Burr?"said Alexander, nearly ecstatic in the fact that this would definitely piss off Jefferson. He grinned, sharing a glance at John, and they both doubled in laughter
Angelica rolled her eyes and shushed the still giggling boys.
John Laurens: The ten-dollar, founding father without a father got a lot farther by working a lot harder, by being a lot smarter, by being a self-starter, by fourteen, they placed him in charge of a trading charter.
John whooped in joy.
"They placed you in charge of a trading charter...when you were fourteen." Thomas deadpanned. "I don't believe it." Barely two minutes into a musical about the kid and already he was bored out of his mind. The short, gingery child didn't look like much, while he was doing extremely serious matters in France.
Alexander stood up, but George sent a warning look. He sheepishly sat down, and decided to simply glare at Thomas across the room.
Thomas Jefferson: And everyday while slaves were being slaughtered and carted away across the waves, he struggled and kept his guard up. Inside he was longing for something to be a part of, the brother was ready to beg, steal, borrow or barter.
"Angry, Thomas?" John said cheekily, noticing the other's sour expression.
"Why, oh you must agree at how talented the actor is!" Alexander teased.
"And quite handsome, too! He looks simply fetching in that suit, don't you think Thomas?" Peggy giggled while fanning her face with her hand. Thomas just grumbled, and whispered something to James.
James Madison: Then a hurricane came, and devastation reigned, our man his future drip, dripping down the drain, put a pencil to his temple, connected it to his brain, and he wrote his first refrain, a testament to his pain.
Alexander's eyes shut tightly, and he felt Eliza's slender hand slip perfectly into his own.
Burr: Well the word got around, they said this kid is insane man! Took up a collection just to send him to the mainland, get your education, don't forget from whence you came, and the world's gonna know your name, what's your name man?
Hamilton: Alexander Hamilton...
Alex again grinned as Lafayette and Hercules stomped their feet. Washington shook his head; these kids were really to much for him
Hamilton: My name is Alexander Hamilton...And there's a million things I haven't done, but just you wait, just you wait...
Eliza: When we was ten his father split, full of it, debt ridden, two years later see Alex and his mother bed-ridden, half dead, sittin' in their own sick the scent thick...
The room took a double take. Sure, the actress did look rather like Eliza, but the way she carried herself made no doubt who she was.
Company: And Alex got better but his mother went quick...
Silence. Alex turned away from the pitying glances. Yeah, sometimes he missed her, but it was a long time ago, and she wasn't really there for him until his dad left.
George Washington: Moved in with a cousin, the cousin committed suicide, left him with nothing but ruined pride, something new inside, a voice saying 'Alex you gotta fend for yourself,' he started retreatin' and readin' every treatise on the shelf.
Burr: There would've been nothin' left to do for someone less astute, he would've been dead or destitute without a sense of restitution, started workin! Clerkin' for his late mother's landlord, trading sugar cane and rum and all the things he can't afford,
Scammin(scammin') for every book he can get his hands on, plannin'(plannin') for his future(oooh) see him now as he stands on the bow of a ship headin' for a new land, in New York you can be a new man!
"Too true." Washington said, slightly smiling as he remembered the excitement at the beginning of the Revolution.
In New York you can be a new man(just you wait...), in New York you can be a new man(just you wait...)
Company: In New York you can be a new man-
Women: In New York!
Men: New York!
Hamilton: Just you wait!
Company: Alexander Hamilton(Alexander Hamilton), we are waiting in the wings for you(waiting in the wings for you), you could never back down
You never learned to take your time!
The occupants all looked at Alexander, at the boy that had apparently done so much for America that a musical was created entirely about him.
Company: Oh, Alexander Hamilton(Alexander Hamilton)!
When America sings for you, will they know what you overcame, will they know you rewrote the game?
The world will never be the same, oh
Goosebumps prickled Eliza's skin. She knew of her husband's brilliance, but it was just so hard to imagine a nation that collectively hailed Alex as a hero when she knew him as the man who tickled and played with his son, as the man who forgets his breeches every morning, as the man who wakes up with ink smeared on his cheek from nights of quill pens and crumpled paper.
Burr: The ship is in the harbor now, see if you can spot him...
Men: Just you wait...
Burr: Another immigrant comin' from the bottom...
Company: Just you wait!
Burr: His enemies destroyed his rep, America forgot him!
Okay, what the actual fuck happened in my life, Alexander thought.
Mulligan/Madison and Lafayette/Jefferson: We fought with him!
The two men again whooped loudly at their brother in everything but blood.
Laurens/Phillip: Me, I died for him!
What.
God no please please godpleasedontmakehimdieifhediesicantliveohohgodoohgodno.
John clamped his arm on Alexander's arm, trying to ease him out of his panic attack. Their faces were pale-John felt that he was going to throw up.
"Hey," his voice cracked,"It's just a musical. It might not even be that accurate. It could be in years, right?" John said, though it sounded like he was trying to convince himself more than anything.
For now they both were content in the comforting arms of their friends, holding on and never letting go.
Washington: Me? I trusted him!
"Still do."
Eliza, Angelica and Peggy/Maria: Me, I loved him...
Burr: And me? I'm the damn fool that shot him!
The room seemed to freeze again at the harrowing confession.
Burr was...disgusted with himself. Sure, Alexander could be annoying and he talked too much, but to actually shoot him? He placed his head in his hands, feeling the hairs at his neck stand up as he felt the pitiful and angry glares across the room.
"Hey-um", it was John again, the kind fool. "I mean, just because you shot Alex doesn't mean that he died, you know? And it didn't happen yet so, um, god...you shouldn't feel guilty..."
No one had the heart to remind him that they wouldn't even remember the musical.
Company: There's a million things I haven't done, but just you wait...
Burr: What's your name man?
All: Alexander Hamilton!
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Hey! I'm back! I think I'm gonna introduce bb!Phillip in the next chap, so just pretend he was always there. I really want to try my best with this, to focus on the lyrical brilliancy, the character's relationships, and the small things from the musical. It's not accurate of course, if it was Thomas would be a lot more racist(slavery really is disgusting) and Alex would be more serious, but I am going to try my best to make this an amazing read. I also adore Lafayette, so I'm just waiting to write him more. Please, the only thing I want you to do is to enjoy and to have fun :)
(Also, thank you all for the kind reviews! I know feel a strong sense of protection and duty for all of you. I know it might sound like I don't mean it, but thank you for taking a few seconds of your time just to make a 13 year old kid feel a little better and a little happier with herself :)