Apollo's Child

Drama club causes some... Drama?

I had looked forward to this moment all week. Today we had the last rehearsal in drama class before Christmas break would start. After Christmas break, we would perform our somewhat free interpretation of Hamilton the musical. I was very excited about this since this was one of my favourite musicals of ALL TIME. When I was 10, my mother took me to see It in the theatre because she wanted to educate me on the historic relations between France and America. My mom is French, but she moved here after she gave birth to me. The perks of that are nice dishes like baguette and macarons of course, but also being able to speak both English and French. Maybe going to this show wasn't the best way to teach me about French history, but she did give me an obsession that hasn't left since.
Out of all the people at drama club, I've been here the longest. I think because of this I got the role of Burr, instead of the role of Hamilton, especially since I didn't audition for Burr and I think I would have made a great Hamilton.

Oh well, at least I get to play one of the main parts, and I get to completely roast my buddy Casper, who got the role of Hamilton instead. I can't wait opening half of the songs by calling him a bastard whoreson, because honestly I would have never done so otherwise. So thanks mr Miranda for writing this gem of a musical, I will forever be grateful.
Anyway I'm getting distracted.

Just as I was rehearsing my part for the song Non-Stop, a violently bright beam of sunlight came trough the glass roof of the classroom and -I kid you not- set fire to the pile of back-up scripts on the table!
I know NOTHING about physics, but this fire spread unnaturally fast! If I didn't know any better, i might have told you this fire was a living thing! Everyone started screaming and the fire was everywhere. My teacher, Mrs Cullen, ran to the nearest fire extinguisher, but the fire had already gotten to it, and the red container that was supposed to save us from dying, was slowly melting. I looked around the group of people and spot my friend Casper standing at the opposite side of the room. I shouted to him that this might be the only time we would get to perform one of our many duets, and told him we should do it now, right before the fire would get us, just to go out in style.

We decided on the song "Aaron Burr, Sir". He stared singing and i followed. Or maybe i shouldn't call it singing, since it sounded more like we were screaming and desperately crying out for help. Doing this was very difficult because of the quickly rising smoke and heatlevels in the classroom. And so when we were like halfway through the song i couldn't see or breathe clearly anymore and I passed out.

The only thing I remember was a hazy image of a golden man watching over me. This was probably some kind of dream, because this golden man had appeared in my dreams before. He looked like one of those old greek statues in a museum, but made out of solid gold. He had a strange glow around him, which made it hard to look at him. He was saying something to me, but i couldn't hear him. Then my vision faded and everything went dark.

Maybe this was death.