Hammie Watches Hamilton

Trente-Sept

"The next few songs will be a bit heavy," Killian informed them, frowning.

"Oh fuck," Hamilton groaned.

"You can sit it out if you want, you can go inside and rest a bit," Olivia said kindly.

"Yeah, you don't need to stay," Scarlet reassured him.

"The same goes for you, Alex," Killian added, turning to Alexander.

"I- I'm going to stay," Alexander replied hesitantly, his voice small.

"Okay," Olivia said kindly.

"Burr can inform you of anything needed," Hamilton sighed, glancing at Burr. "I believe he's the only one from the same year as I."

"Of course," Burr nodded.

Hamilton got up with a sigh, stepping inside.

"Let's continue," Scarlet grimaced.

[HAMILTON]

In the eye of a hurricane

There is quiet

For just a moment

The room was silent enough to hear a pin drop.

A yellow sky

When I was seventeen a hurricane

Destroyed my town

There was a sharp intake of breath from Alexander. Nearly everyone glanced at him in concern.

I didn't drown

I couldn't seem to die

"That's a good thing," Eliza whispered softly.

I wrote my way out

Wrote everything down far as I could see

I wrote my way out

"That's why he writes so much," Washington murmured in thought.

I looked up and the town had its eyes on me

They passed a plate around

Total strangers

Moved to kindness by my story

Raised enough for me to book passage on a

Ship that was New York bound

I wrote my way out of hell

I wrote my way to revolution

I was louder than the crack in the bell

I wrote Eliza love letters until she fell

I wrote about The Constitution and defended it well

And in the face of ignorance and resistance

I wrote financial systems into existence

And when my prayers to God were met with indifference

I picked up a pen, I wrote my own deliverance

"Writing was all he knew," Burr mused, "So he wrote to cope, to get himself out of situations."

In the eye of a hurricane

There is quiet

For just a moment

A yellow sky

I was twelve when my mother died

She was holding me

We were sick and she was holding me

Alexander shuddered, taking a shaky breath.

"Alex, you can go inside if you want," Angelica said kindly.

"I'm okay," Alexander reassured her quietly, "I'm fine."

I couldn't seem to die

Concerned glances.

Wait for it, wait for it, wait for it (I'll write my way out)

Wait for it, wait for it, wait for it (write everything down, far as I can see)

Wait for it, wait for it, wait for it, wait (history has its eyes on you)

I'll write my way out

Overwhelm them with honesty

This is the eye of the hurricane, this is the only

Way I can protect my legacy

Burr cringed.

"It's not!" Killian groaned.

Confused glances followed.

Wait for it, wait for it, wait for it, wait

The Reynolds Pamphlet

"Huh?" people muttered.

"You'll see," Burr grimaced.

"Next song," Olivia said hesitantly.