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138,537 Literary Works • 672,152 Reviews
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?
Finish the lyrics
Then, literally less than two hours before one of their performances, my friend texts me; "Hey, my mom won tickets to Hamilton. Wanna come?"
I had half an hour to dress up and eat and yeet on out so that I could get there on time. I will remind you that I have not seen the show, or heard the music...I only knew the subject matter, that it was popular, and whatever the Stage Manager of the show had told me a couple days prior (our theatre director is the best, and our school's theatre group is one of renown; the actors got to work with one of the Hamilton actors, learning dances and songs, while the techies got to talk to one of the assistant stage managers). I had no idea what was going to happen.
Front row. The show begins. "My name is Alexander Hamilton..." pauses for a good ten seconds because the crowd is cheering too loudly.
To make a long story short, the show was extraordinary, and I've added many of its songs to the 550+ in my playlist.