Epilogue:

Fast-forward to August 6, 2015. Hamilton: An American Musical opens on Broadway, at the Richard Rodgers theatre in the middle of NYC. The creator, Lin-Manuel Miranda, was inspired by Hamilton's story so much, that after he read the biography, hip-hop songs started flowing into his head. He knew that he had to honour Hamilton in some way - by making a full out hip-hop musical about him.

On the other side, Alexander Hamilton was wandering about Times Square, still not used to all the lights and skyscrapers that New York City had become over the past few decades. At the corner of 46th and Broadway, he noticed something new - something about him. There was a bright gold poster that had "Hamilton" plastered onto it. Being the curious man that he was, Hamilton decided to take a look. Of course, now he was dressed like the typical businessman - no longer in a green tuxedo, but in a navy blue three-piece. His dark brown hair was combed back and parted neatly.

As he stopped to take a look at the theatre, he realized that this musical was about him and his legacy. He couldn't believe it. Not only was this musical about him, but it seemed like it was quite the popular one as well. Throngs of people crowded around the theatre doors, waiting to see the show. Hamilton saw pure joy and excitement showing on their faces. He was astonished by all this praise for the show that was commemorating him.

He had to find who made this show and thank him. Unfortunately for Hamilton, he was a founding father who was not alive at the moment. He had to find another way.

As he left the theatre, Hamilton was racking his brain for ideas on how to communicate with the creator of this show. Suddenly his eyes lit up. He knew what he was going to do: he was going to write. That was his strong suit. Writing was what got him to New York, what got him his reputation, and now he was going to write about his own show.

How? He'd write his own way, with pen and paper. He raced back to his house in Upper Manhattan, gave a kiss to Eliza and a hug to Philip, and sat down in his study. Writing non-stop, he thought, was what he did best. He was going to write to the Richard Rodgers theatre, and hopefully, he'd get a response.

Hamilton wrote:

To the playwright,

My name is Alexander Hamilton, founder of the Treasury of the United States of America. I'm writing this letter to express my utmost gratitude to whoever had the amazing idea to make a show out of my legacy. It seems like your show has inspired many people to rise up and be whoever they are, and I support that.

In America, where all men are created equal, especially nowadays, we strive to respect each other - no matter gender, race, or religion.

I'd like to meet up with the creator of the show and ask him what this show means to him and why he decided to make a hip-hop musical out of my legacy.

Yours Sincerely

.

"Not bad for a guy like me. This letter is quite short too!" Hamilton thought.

He stamped it, sealed it, and sent it over to the Richard Rodgers theatre, hoping to get a response.

Ten days later, when Hamilton was checking his mailbox, he gasped. There was a letter from someone named 'Lin-Manuel Miranda', from the Richard Rodgers, addressed to him. Hamilton was filled with excitement and joy. Even better, it said:

Dear Mr Hamilton,

I hope this letter finds you in good health. I can't believe that I'm writing this to you, sir, but how are we communicating? How are you even alive? I have so many questions to ask… Anyways, thank you so much for your appreciation of my new show. I read a biography of you and I was immediately captivated by your story: an immigrant his way up to the very top of politics and government and writing his way out of devastation. Soon after, hip-hop songs started flooding into my head and I knew I had to put pen to paper and write!

I'd love to meet up with you, but the problem is, haven't you been dead for like 200 years? How are you even writing this letter to me? Please tell me more.

Hope to communicate with you again soon.

Siempre,

Lin Manuel Miranda.

At this point, even Lin Manuel was totally baffled by what had just happened. He wrote a musical about the legacy of Alexander Hamilton, and now he was writing letters to him? He thought he was going crazy. In all the midst of the hype and the Tony awards and all the exploding popularity of 'Hamilton', he thought his mind was going even more insane. Frantically, he got up and decided to check his apartment mailbox. Guess what? There was a single letter - from Alexander Hamilton, The Grange, Upper Manhattan.

Lin almost fainted. He was completely astounded by what was going on. He knew that this wasn't a hoax since there was absolutely nobody who could imitate Hamilton's writing style and the pen and paper he wrote with were exactly like those in history books.

Hands shaking, Lin went back to his writing desk and opened up the letter. This is what hamilton had wrote:

Dear Mr Miranda,

I'd love to tell you about it in person, but I'm afraid I can't really communicate with you as I'm not exactly in the position to be "alive and well". I will try my best to clarify this in my letter. As you know, my closest friend Aaron Burr ripped a hole in my abdomen in Weehawken nearly 200 years ago at our duel. Moments later, I came to but not on the living side of life. On the other side. There, I was reunited with my dear wife Eliza and all my friends of the revolutionary set. I didn't know that I could communicate with people on the living side until I sent this letter to you and received a reply. So there it is, this is why I am able to talk to you via letter correspondence and I hope that you can understand this.

I await your reply.

Sincerely,

Lin didn't know what to do. Hamilton was talking about exactly what happened in the closing scene of his show - "I'll see you on the other side". He thought that this was all his imagination. He realized that all of the details he put in his show - the emotions, the writing, the legacy: they were all true and were all part of Hamilton's life and what he had hoped for. He knew that Hamilton had to see his show. He absolutely wanted Alexander Hamilton to come and see his own show. Lin replied almost immediately.

Dear Mr Hamilton,

That is fascinating to know - and to prove it to you even further that I believe every single word you're saying, I am inviting you to see my show. Though, I have absolutely no idea how you're going to be "present" in the moment, I'll leave a seat open for you and hopefully you can give me a sign that you're here. Anything would help me. A letter, a quill, anything. Here in this letter are tickets for tonight's show at 8pm. I hope that you can watch and I am very honoured to have you there.

See you soon.

Siempre,

Lin-Manuel Miranda.

As soon as Hamilton received the letter, he was electric. He was so happy, he even told Eliza about it.

"Eliza, you won't believe this, but someone !actually wrote a play about me. And you're in it too!" exclaimed Hamilton.

"Really? That's amazing!" Replied Eliza.

"Hey Dad, am I in it too?" asked Philip.

"Yes you are son. And guess what? I'm seeing it tonight!" he said to Philip and Eliza.

"YOU ARE?!" the two screamed.

"I'll be sure to tell you guys every single little detail." said Hamilton, with a big smile.

"I'll be back around ten. Love you."

Hamilton kissed Eliza and Philip and made his way to the Richard Rodgers Theatre. As he arrived there, he knew that no one was able to see him, but still, being a gentleman, Hamilton wore a black suit with matching shoes that were not so comfortable to walk in. As soon as he entered the front doors of the theatre, he felt the buzz and excitement of the people around him. There were men, women, and children of all ages packing in to see this hit musical. Hamilton felt himself get even more excited and couldn't wait for the show to start.

A couple moments later, the lights in the theatre dimmed and the show started. Hamilton thought to himself: "Ok. breathe. It's your show - enjoy it!"

And he did.

From the starting piano entrance to the non stop ending of act one, Alexander Hamilton was on the edge of his seat. Well, kind of. He was entranced in all the amazing choreography, music, and most of all, the amazing portrayals of his friends by a diverse company of actors who were all at their very best. During the show, he noticed Lin Manuel Miranda playing Hamilton, and his will to tell that man how amazing and talented he was got stronger and stronger.

Suddenly, he had another wonderful idea. He had a Playbill in his hand, and no one could see him. But the Playbill wasn't invisible. He thought, if he went backstage during intermission and wrote something on it, maybe he could catch Lin's attention. On the Playbill, he wrote:

"Lin, I love this show! It's amazing, and captures many important moments in my life. I just can't wait for the second act. Rise up!

"

Hamilton found his way backstage and put the Playbill in what seemed to be Lin's dressing room. He stood there for a minute, and marvelled at all the fan-made art, letters, and pictures that Lin had posted all around his dressing room. It was all because of his legacy that this show could be made, and Alexander felt so proud of himself.

Then, a sudden whoosh of the door startled Hamilton, causing him to drop the Playbill. He turned around to find the man himself, Lin Manuel Miranda standing in the doorway. Lin was even more startled than Hamilton was. There was a floating Playbill that had just magically appeared, and was now on the floor, in his dressing room.

"Writing letters to a dead founding father and now floating Playbills in my dressing room? I must be mad." Lin thought.

As he finished that thought, he realized that he had invited Hamilton to the show and had asked him, in any way possible, to give him a sign that he was there. Was it true? Was Alexander Hamilton actually at his show? Lin didn't hesitate to ask.

"Um… Is anyone there?"

Silence.

"Hamilton, are you there?"

Silence.

All of a sudden, the Playbill on the floor began floating again. The pages started to turn, and on a single page there was writing. Hamilton's writing. Hamilton could hear Lin crystal clearly, but he couldn't talk with him. Just like their letters to each other, Hamilton wrote what he wanted to say in that Playbill.

Lin began to read it.

"Lin. Love this show. It's amazing."

He stopped reading. He couldn't believe it. The Secretary of the Treasury himself, Alexander Hamilton, had seen his own show, and now was telling him that the show was amazing?!

He asked:

"Well, um, thanks! I hope you like act 2 as much as act 1. What did you think about the music?

Hamilton laughed. He was beginning to have a fondness for Lin who he thought was an absolute genius, much like himself. He found another page on the Playbill and wrote:

"The music is outstanding and I love the rapping. I couldn't rap Guns and Ships as fast as I wrote my letters to Eliza."

As Hamilton wrote, Lin read. He started laughing too. He never knew that Hamilton had so much humour in his eloquence. This went on until intermission was finished and Hamilton had to go back to his seat.

Lin said: "Hey Hamilton, act two gets really emotional. Prepare yourself!"

Hamilton replied, with a smirk: "I know it does. It's my own life."

Just as Hamilton settled down in his seat at the Richard Rodgers, the lights began to dim and the second act started. He found the opening song hilarious, since it perfectly described Thomas Jefferson, and the cabinet battle even more realistic; considering that he had totally annihilated Jefferson during that meeting. He knew that his life would then take a turn for the worst - the Reynolds affair, the death of his beloved son Philip. He saw it unwound right before his eyes. Hamilton was astounded at how good this show was depicting his own life - so much that he had already started bawling his eyes out at the end of Stay Alive.

He thought to himself:

"This show is exactly my life but portrayed by actors. This. Is. Insane."

He couldn't wait to go backstage after the show and write so many good things about the show to Lin, and maybe even get to "meet" the rest of the amazing cast.

As the last scene finished and the audience gave a standing ovation, Hamilton, once again, found some more paper, and went backstage into Lin's dressing room, where he sat down and began to write:

"I am the most star-struck person in the world right now. I have absolutely no words to describe the show, the cast, and how good it depicted my life and legacy."

Just as Lin walked back into his dressing room, he noticed the floating paper again. Hamilton was back.

"So, what did you think of the show? Did you enjoy it?" asked Lin.

Hamilton held up his paper and Lin read it.

"Really? Is it that similar to your life? Wow. I didn't know that this would happen. Thank you Alexander." Lin said.

"It's true! I want to give you a hug at the moment but I'm not in the best situation that I can. Still, I want to let you know that this show has the real Hamilton's approval. I hope it gets better and better." Hamilton wrote.

"I can give the paper a hug..." said Lin, with a laugh.

"Sure - why not." replied Alexander.

Hamilton and Lin hugged each other, and patted each other on the back.

"Thank you for inspiring me." said Lin.

"And thank you for writing this show about me." wrote Hamilton.

"Lin, who are you talking to?" a voice said. It was Christopher Jackson, the man who played George Washington, also Lin's best friend since high school. Chris was still dressed in his Washington costume and as he peeked in the doorway, Hamilton was once again amazed by the similarity of the show's costumes to what Washington actually wore in his life.

"Chris, hey! Come on in. You probably won't believe a word I'm saying, but I'm talking to Alexander Hamilton? The actual founding father?" said Lin meekly.

"You-What?" asked Chris, totally confused.

"Hey Chris. You were amazing as George Washington. Nice costume by the way." wrote Hamilton.

"Hold up a minute."

Chris was now reading off the paper on Lin's desk.

"Hey chris, you were amazing, nice costume. Wha-?" he gasped in awe.

"That's right. Hamilton is on the other side but he's still writing non-stop." said Lin.

"He can hear us but we can't see or hear him, and he can write to us?" asked Chris.

"Yeah, and it's so weird but it's AWESOME!" exclaimed Lin.

Meanwhile, Hamilton was laughing so hard his stomach hurt. He was watching all the hilarious conversation between Lin and Chris and their facial expressions were priceless. He had to write something.

"OK, you guys. I appreciate all the love. Thanks again!"

"Oh look- Hamilton's writing something." remarked Chris.

"Looks like he was eavesdropping on our conversation." said Lin.

Then, both of them burst out into laughter. They couldn't understand how this was happening, but they thought it was so great to have a conversation with Alexander Hamilton.

"I'm sorry gentlemen, I have to go now. The family is waiting at home. I'll drop by soon." wrote Hamilton.

Lin and Chris waved goodbye at Hamilton and they both parted ways.

Hamilton's house was a short walk away from the theatre, and he didn't take long to get back home. He couldn't wait to tell his family about the show. Even they had to come and see it!

As he opened the door, Philip came to open it.

"Dad! How was the show? Mom and I can't wait to hear about it." asked Philip with energy.

"It was out of this world. Let me sit down and I'll tell you both every single thing." replied Hamilton.

Eliza joined them and Hamilton told the story of the play. From the opening act to the closing curtain call, he told every detail, every moment, and all the thoughts that went through his head when he was watching. Both Philip and Eliza were amazed by the details and the similarities of the musical compared to their own lives. Hamilton even told them about the backstage encounters with Lin and Chris and how nice they were to him.

"Dad. This show seems amazing! Now I want to go see it. Oh and mom should come too - actually not just mom, Mr Burr, Jefferson and Washington should all come with us! Please dad, can you find a way?" Pleaded Philip.

"I'll see what I can do." Said Hamilton.

With that, Hamilton went back to his writing table and got out his favourite quill and wrote:

Dear Lin,

I told my family all about the show and now they want to see it. Even better, Burr, Jefferson and Washington will probably come to watch it too! Is there any way that you could fit all of us into a box or somewhere in the theatre?

Appreciate it.

Sincerely,

Alexander Hamilton.

Hamilton send it out the next day and received a reply from Lin the day after. Man. He did write pretty fast.

The letter from Lin said:

Dear Alexander,

I'm still in awe that you came and saw the show! And for those tickets - that's an absolute yes. You have box in the upper left so you get a perfect view of the stage with your fellow founding fathers and also the family as well. Hope that works for you, and see you tomorrow at 8pm.

Siempre,

Lin Manuel Miranda

P.S You can also bring some paper to write with so we can talk backstage again!

Hamilton was overwhelmed with joy. He thought that Lin was such a talented man, and the best thing about him was that he wasn't arrogant or condescending at all. To him, Lin was just like any other New Yorker.

Hamilton had to tell Burr, Jefferson and Washington about the show so that they could come with him. He wanted to tell each and every one of them in person. So, he set out for Burr's house first, and continued to walk to Washington's retreat, then to Monticello. When he arrived at Burr's house, he said:

"Hey, Mr Burr, sir - there is this new musical that's out on Broadway and it's about our lives and legacies. I've seen it already and I've written to the playwright: we have a box ready for us to see it tonight! Are you in?" asked Hamilton.

"Really? Alexander, that's amazing. I'll come along. Is anyone else coming?" replied Burr.

"Yeah. My family, Jefferson and Washington as well." said Hamilton.

"Sounds good. See you at the show - where is it?" asked Burr.

"Richard Rodgers theatre. 8pm." said Hamilton.

"See you soon Alexander." said Burr.

Hamilton was off again, this time to Washington's retreat. He knocked on the door only to find Washington out on the porch reading again.

"Hi George. I was wondering if you wanted to come to a show about our lives with my family, Burr and Jefferson? It's a new musical that opened on Broadway." said Hamilton

Washington looked up from his book.

"Sure, that seems interesting. Where is it?" he asked.

"It's at the Richard Rodgers theatre, starting 8pm." Hamilton replied.

"All right Alexander. I'll see you there." said Washington.

Hamilton continued to walk, this time a much longer distance to Monticello.

By the time he got there, the sun was setting.

"Hey Thomas, do you wanna go see a new musical that opened on Broadway? It's about us?" asked Hamilton.

"Alexander that sounds like such a good idea. Count me in!" replied Jefferson.

"Great! See you at the Richard Rodgers theatre at 8pm - don't be late." said Hamilton

Hamilton realized that it was almost six o'clock. He had to get home fast!

As the time neared for the Hamiltons to get to the Richard Rodgers, both Philip and Eliza couldn't wait to see the show. Even Hamilton was as excited as them. The family, all dressed up and ready to go, set out for the theatre. They arrived very quickly, and made their way up to the box that Lin had reserved for them. Just as they settled in, Jefferson, Burr, and Washington all came in behind them. They seemed quite surprised about the idea of watching their lives become a show.

The show began. Burr was the first one to gasp.

"Oh my - that's me isn't it? I'm the first one in the show!" he exclaimed.

"SSSHHHHHHH…. There's more! Keep watching." hushed Hamilton.

"Wow, I look amazing in that dress." remarked Eliza.

"I love my own voice! It's beautiful." gushed Washington.

"Hey? Where am I?" asked Jefferson.

Philip didn't say a word. He was just watching and listening to the music flow.

Throughout the course of act one, the six people who were on the other side in the left hand box were all captivated. Gasps and laughs, smiles and cries all arose from that box. They couldn't wait to meet Lin after the first act.

After act one finished, Hamilton led his friends backstage. Paper and pen in hand, he wrote:

"Lin, meet my friends: Aaron Burr, George Washington, Thomas Jefferson, my dearest wife Eliza and my son Philip. They were as astounded as I was when I first came to watch the show."

Lin walked into his dressing room to find yet again, a paper with familiar cursive writing on it. Hamilton had came back again. He read it, and smiled.

"Hello hello hello everybody! Thanks so much for coming out to the show today. So, what did you think? And Hamilton - thanks for inviting them.

"I AM AMAZING!" Wrote washington

"Am I even in this musical?" Wrote Jefferson.

"I love my actress. Please tell her she's amazing." Wrote Eliza.

"Where am I?" Wrote Philip

"Mr Washington, thank you so much. I'll let Chris Jackson know you said that. Mr Jefferson - you're being introduced in the opening in the second act, so you'll see how you look. Ms Eliza, I will tell Pippa right away that you love her. Oh, and Philip. You'll be in soon. Don't worry. I hope I've answered all your show-related questions, and I have to change now! Places in ten minutes." Said Lin

"See you backstage after the show. Good luck." Wrote Hamilton.

The six people all walked back to their box. Jefferson got himself in the lobby with a Founders' Fizz, Burr followed, and Washington too.

"Really? Hurry up, the second act is starting now!" said Hamilton.

As Burr introduced the opening, Thomas Jefferson appeared on the second floor of the stage - in purple velvet.

In the box, the real Thomas Jefferson was out of his mind.

"OH MY GOODNESS ME I LOVE THAT PURPLE VELVET! IT LOOKS EVEN BETTER THAN WHAT I'M WEARING NOW!" shrieked Jefferson.

"Told you you'd like this act." replied Hamilton, trying not to laugh.

Moments later, Philip finally said something.

"Dad! That's me! Wow. I have to say, I do look pretty good." Philip gave his parents a wink, thanking them for his good looks.

The opening transitioned into cabinet battles, the cabinet battles changed into duels. Soon enough, the show was finished and every single one of them were up on their feet, cheering and clapping for the cast. The show had touched their hearts and they had seen their own lives depicted and unwounded in front of their own eyes.

"So, you all ready to head backstage to meet your actors and actresses? Said Hamilton enthusiastically.

"Oh you bet." the founding fathers all replied.

Backstage, there were dressers going back and forth to get costumes ready for the next day, stage managers wrapping up the production, and actors heading to their dressing rooms after having met many world-renowned celebrities. Once again, Hamilton led them to Lin's dressing room, where this time, Lin was already there.

"Hello Lin! My friends here all loved the show."

Lin was too busy taking off his socks to look up. Hamilton had to get him to notice, so he slammed the door quite hard. BAM! Lin yelped, and fell flat on the floor.

"HELLO LIN - IT'S HAMILTON HERE!" Hamilton wrote.

"Ok, ok, I get it. Ow. My foot hurts. I swear, if I can't perform tomorrow I'm blaming it on you." muttered Lin.

"George Washington wants to meet Chris Jackson, Thomas Jefferson is currently punching me in the arm since he wants to talk with Daveed Diggs, and Eliza loves Pippa Soo so much she wants her to come over to our house. Oh- and Philip wants to high five Anthony Ramos. Burr went home, he had too much of the Founders' Fizz. I hope I'm not asking too much." wrote Hamilton.

"No, Alex, not at all. Lemme ask and see if they can all come over here and we can have a little chat." replied Lin.

Lin took out his cellphone and started furiously texting all of his castmates. Chris first, then Daveed and Anthony, then Pippa. He texted:

"Come to my dressing room! I have a surprise waiting for all of you."

Seconds later, all four of them showed up.

"Uh, Lin, where is this surprise you're talking about?" Asked Daveed.

"Yea- I gotta go home too." Said Anthony.

"Hmmm….I'm looking for something." Muttered Pippa.

"Oh! I think I got an idea!" Exclaimed Chris.

Chris was right about that idea. As the actors arrived, the founding fathers started madly scribbling on their respective pieces of paper.

"I absolutely adore your costume. I'd love to see it" wrote Jefferson,

"I must say, can you be my right hand man, you are amazing!" Wrote Washington,

"You should come over to my house for tea! We can talk!" Wrote Eliza.

"Man, you are so cool. You've got the looks too." Wrote Phillip.

Each person walked over to their favourite actor and put the paper in their hands. It seemed quite creepy considering the fact that there were four floating pieces of paper floating around with super fancy cursive writing on each of them. The four actors were even more baffled than Lin was when Hamilton came.

"Whoa." They all said at once.

"Yup - that's the founding fathers, Eliza and Philip Hamilton right here at the Richard Rodgers." said Lin.

As the night went on, the actors socialized with their characters, who were all "alive" and well. They all got along surprisingly, considering the fact that they had to write on paper to communicate. Jefferson in particular, was obsessed with Daveed Diggs' hair.

"It's...so...FLUFFY!" he shouted.

"My man Thomas Jefferson is enjoying my hair. Would you look at that." said Daveed with a smile.

Meanwhile, George Washington was in deep conversation with Chris Jackson. They were like one person but on different sides of life. Strong, manly, yet gentle at heart.

Eliza and Philip were also enjoying their time talking to Pippa and Anthony, who Philip quickly related to. They had the same raucous personality and were always filled with energy, and Eliza, who was too busy contemplating about the new style and fashion of the 21st century with Pippa.

All of them talked, laughed, and learned many things about each other that they'd remember for a very long time. Having the knowledge that the founding fathers were still able to write on the other side, absorbing their wisdom and strengths and having the opportunity to be congratulated by them was something that all these actors would only be able to experience once.

But, as all good things have to an end, both the actors and the founding fathers had to leave. There were children waiting at home, things to be taken care of. Hamilton knew that he wouldn't be coming back to the Richard Rodgers anytime soon; he had to relax for a bit. He said his goodbyes to Lin and the rest of the cast:

"Teach them how to say goodbye, right?" wrote Hamilton with a sad smile.

"One last time." Replied Lin.

Hamilton left his paper there and watched it slowly drift to the floor. Lin watched too. A single tear rolled down his cheek, and as he waved goodbye to what seemed to be Alexander Hamilton's silhouette, he knew that he had done what he needed.

As he saw his fellow cast members walk out of the theatre, he packed up his things and turned off the light to his dressing room. He had a day off tomorrow, where he could spend time with his family and have some quiet time alone, drowning in thoughts. Nobody would ever know that Alexander Hamilton himself had visited the show and that little secret was safe with Lin.

Just like the city of New York, the Richard Rodgers' theatre lights never ceased to stop circling round and round. Lin stopped to looked at them, and thought of Hamilton's life. It never stopped and it was always in motion. He wondered, in a couple hundred years, if he would be on the other side and meet someone that he'd always wanted to.

Lin walked down Broadway, and the bright lights of Times Square faded away to the subway station where he boarded the train back to Washington Heights.

On the other side, Hamilton and his friends had the best day of their lives. After meeting their respective actors in the show, they thought that this era wasn't so bad after all. The cast was different, for sure, and that brought a whole new level of uniqueness to it. They were icons in history, and finally, their story was being told from a perspective they couldn't have thought of.

Walking back to their homes, they said their good-byes and knew that they would soon see each other again. Washington went home first, then Jefferson. Eliza and Alexander kissed each other goodnight while Philip was already asleep.

Hamilton wasn't able to sleep at all. He was too busy thinking about the show and Lin-Manuel Miranda. He'd already seen it twice, yet he was still in awe about it. As he stared at the ceiling, Hamilton reminisced about the first time he saw the show. He remembered writing down his thoughts on a Playbill, Lin's hilarious reaction, and taking his best friends to see the show. Jefferson's laughs, Washington's cries, and Burr's gasps were all the sounds he heard once again, playing back in his mind like he was still watching the show.

It would be a very long time until he would see Lin here on the other side. Hamilton didn't worry- he just waited. And there would be a time, where he would be walking uptown and see a familiar face, when he would be as happy as when he saw Eliza.

That was the moment Hamilton was hoping for, and frankly, he was willing to wait for it.