Burr: Theodosia writes me a letter every day. I'm keeping the bed warm while her husband is away.
Alexander whistled.
"Guess Burr's a hoe too." he said, while winking at John.
He's on the British side in Georgia. He's trying the colonies in line, but he can keep all of Georgia, Theodosia, she's mine.
Peggy turned to Aaron, squealing, but abruptly stopped once she noticed his forlorn expression.
Love doesn't discriminate between the sinners and the saints, it takes and it takes and it takes…
"Someone realized it…" George said. It's best though to separate love and war. He can't recall how many times a soldier had gotten injured, surrounded by men and women with messy hair and hastily put on clothes.
And we keep loving anyway. We laugh and we cry and we break and we make our mistakes…
"Aaron…" Eliza started, not knowing what to say. She hadn't spoken to him much, aside from Alexander's accounts of "a most irritable, plain man."
And if there's a reason I'm by her side when so many have tried, then I'm willing to wait for it, I'm willing to wait.
"I would wait a thousand years for her hand." Aaron said quietly.
"But if you really loved this woman, wouldn't you want to do everything in your power to make yourself her husband?" Alexander replied, taking his wife's hand.
My grandfather was a fire and brimstone preacher…
When's it going to get to the chorus?, Peggy thought. She would've asked it out loud, but everyone was strangely quiet, listening to Burr.
But there are things that the Homilies and hymns won't teach ya…
My mother was a genius, my father commanded respect…
When they died they left no instructions, just a legacy to protect…
"You can't protect a legacy you don't know…" John said, relating to Burr. Having a wealthy, slave owning father was hard to break away from. Owning a person was disgusting, so he can't really imagine how Aaron must have felt.
Death doesn't discriminate between the sinner's and the saints, it takes and it takes and it takes, and we keep living anyway…
"Is this what you think about every day?" Alexander said. His own mind went fast, moving from one thing to another. But Burr was different. He looked at the big picture, examining the facts and how it affects him.
He was more complex than previously thought.
We rise and we fall and we break and we make our mistakes. And if there's a reason I'm still alive when everyone who loves me had died—
"That's not true!" Eliza yelled at the screen. Why would they put something in so, so wrong.
Then I'm willing to wait for it…I'm willing to wait for it...
Wait for it.
Company: Wait for it!
Wait for it!
Wait for it!
Wait for it!
Burr: I am the one thing in life I can control!
"I don't like this." Aaron said, ignoring the surprising looks. His innermost thoughts were revealed. He didn't say them for a reason, and now he had no cover to hide behind.
Company: Wait for it!
Wait for it!
Wait for it!
Wait for it!
Burr: I am inimitable, I am an original!
"We never knew you thought this way." John said.
"I know. That was the point." Aaron said curtly.
Company: Wait for it!
Wait for it!
Wait for it!
Wait for it!
Burr: I'm not falling behind or running late!
Company: Wait for it!
Wait for it!
Wait for it!
Wait for it!
Burr: I'm not standing still, I am lying in wait!
"I don't stand by. I just wait for something better to come." Aaron said, though weakly, as if he was doubting his own motto.
Company: Wait, wait, wait…
Burr: Hamilton faces an endless uphill climb…
Alexander turned to Aaron, blue eyes full of surprise.
"When did this get about me?"
He has something to prove, he has nothing to lose…
Aaron held his head up and willed himself to ignore the looks he received.
Stop looking at me, I'm not supposed to be here look at Alexander or the screen, just don't look at me, please.
Hamilton's pace is relentless, he wastes no time…
"I guess we're closer than we thought."
What's it like in his shoes—
"Probably tight. Dude's tiny." Hercules said.
Aaron surprised himself by laughing. He actually felt kinda better.
Hamilton doesn't hesitate, he exhibits no restraint, he takes and he takes and he takes
And he keeps winning anyway…
"Yep. Won a cramped hand and a better coat." Alexander joked, making the room laugh again.
He changes the game, he plays and he raises the stakes.
And if there's a reason he seems to thrive when so few survive—
"Thrive my foot." Angelica muttered. "Boy can't even tie his shirt properly who the hell thinks he's 'thriving'."
The goddamnit I'm willing to wait for it…
I'm willing to wait for it…
Life doesn't discriminate between the sinners and the saints, it takes and it takes and it takes!
We rise, we fall, and if there's a reason I'm alive—
"You're reason for living is to piss me off."
"I could say the same to you Alexander."
Then I'm willing to wait for it…
Wait for it…
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Okay, so my idea that everyone is all shocked because Aaron's life-story and stuff but they eventually make it light-hearted because they're friends and Burr needs some friends. He needs friends.
Also I just realized that I'm writing fanfiction about the first Secretary of Treasury Alexander Hamilton. It's weird but whatever, I hope hell has strong wifi.
Be prepared for some Lams hints, I just love Anthony Ramos John Laurens because he's literally the human incarnation of a sunflower instead of the angry depressed turtle lover that was the real John Laurens. It's actually pretty sad; I know so much about history that I feel guilty about writing the characters with their musical personalities instead of actual personalities but it's okay.
I also remembered that old show Liberty's Kids, so nostalgia 3 years ago came full force. Only 3 years.
Sorry for so much in the author's not but school is hard and I have so much frick frackin reviews seriously you guys are awesome.
But like why wouldn't want a story with an actual plot like why are you reading this but thank you I'm so happy have a beautiful day all of you amazing little hammies thank you.