Goodness, it's been quite a while, hasn't it? The holidays have found me extremely busy, so I apologize. Profusely.
I'm seeing In the Heights TODAY and I can't fall asleep (it's 3 am), so I decided to write another one and hopefully tire myself out. I really hope that seeing the musical will spawn a bunch of fic ideas and I can spam... I mean... add to the musicals/plays section!
Lincoln tried desperately to forget how he looked in the rather ridiculous pantaloons he was wearing. He tried to pretend that his grown-out hair was not curled up at the sides and not pulled into a tiny braid at the back. He tried to remind himself that everyone else looked as silly as he did.
But most of all, he tried to forget that Benny was sitting out in the audience. The rest of his friends were too, but Lincoln couldn't bear the thought of Benny laughing at him. With him, maybe. But at him would be terrible!
So it was with a horrible clenching in his stomach that Lincoln went onstage for his starring role of John Adams in 1776. He tried desperately to convince himself that Nina, whose dress was horribly revealing, would be having a worse time of things. After all, when there is only one female role, the costume designers would decide to make the dress a bit more low-cut…
Satan must have been listening to Lincoln's fears, for he had not sung two lines when he drew a blank. He gaped at the boy playing Benjamin Franklin – who had a pillow stuffed up his shirt – for a few seconds before turning towards the audience, determined to perform the best improvised version of 1776 any of them had ever seen.
Lincoln blinked and found himself looking directly at Benny. How he had picked him out of the entire auditorium when a spotlight was nearly blinding him, he didn't know. Pupils dilating and feeling like a deer caught in headlights, Lincoln screamed, "Oh shit!"
And then he ran for it.
While Nina might have scolded him for his 'inappropriate choice of words,' his understudy was very pleased.
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