*slides in* MADE IT!
So sorry for the wait! Here's the next chapter! Hamilton is owned by my future husband-what's wrong?
Renee, Amaya and DeMya were in the break room playing the dreaded game to anyone: truth or dare.
"Truth or Dare, Reneé?" She queen thought for a moment. "Dare."
Amaya put a hand on her chin. "I dare you..after the show, I dare you to get confetti poppers, and pop them in Jonathan's face!" Silence. "Seriously, Maya?' DeMya questionef. "I'm not good with dares okay...?" she whined.
Reneé chuckled. "It's okay. I actually think that's a great idea...only change confetti to nuts. Hard nuts."
And laughter ensued.
At night...
Amaya couldn't sleep for some reason. She had a feeling. A weird feeling in fact. No matter how hard she tried, the feeling wouldn't go away. She tossed and turned. Why was this happening?
Softly, she started to sing to herself.
"Dear Theodosia, what to say to you? You have my eyes. You have your mother's name, when you came into the world you cried and it broke my heart..."
She sung the (in her opinion) sweetest song in the show to herself, slowly falling asleep.
DeMya sighed as she stared out the window. The moon glistened brightly amongst the stars. She thought. What if she were born in the late 17 hundreds? And slavery never existed. How would it be...
Now she was just being silly. If slavery never existed, John Laurens wouldn't have been famous for the first all black military regiment. And she loved John Laurens. And she hated slavery.
All the more reason to love him, she dreamily thought.
She was in love with a person from the past? Nahhhh, she giggled. He's probably making love to Alex in heaven-
What?
When Amaya opened her eyes, she was in a strange room. It looked really old fashioned, and there was no technology at all in it. There was only a few burning candles illuminating it, and there was only one thing actually visible. A stack of paper and next to it was a quill and ink.
"Amaya?"
She turned to see a confused DeMya. "DeMya?!"
"Hey. Why are you in my dream?" She raised an eyebrow.
"Well, what are you doing in mine?"
"This is your dream?"
Before any further arguement could be adressed, a door that wasn't even there opened. Before they could question the presence, a voice sounded through the room.
"I believe this is my dream."
The turned to see a man. She had long light brown hair, greenish blue eyes, and a sly smile. "Hello, fair maidens."
Amaya suddenly made a connection as she took out her wallet and pulled out a 10 dollar bill. "Hey! This guy looks like the guy on the 10 dollar bill!" DeMya raised an eyebrow. "You mean Alex?" "Yeah. Just like him..."
They smiled.
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...wait.
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"ALEXANDER HAMILTON?!"
And the fangirls went wild.
Sorry if this was rushed. lol Question: who is your favorite out of DeMya and Amaya? Leave your answer in a review!
~Myasings signing off.