Don't Throw Away Your Shot

4. This is not a Moment, it's the Movement

Hamilton POV

The hairs on my neck stood up as the music started playing.

How does a bastard,

Orphan,

Son of a whore and a Scotsman...

I glanced up at Washington, trying to make him notice how uncomfortable I was. He continued to have his back to me, his clicked his fingers to the beat. I returned my gaze to my feet, trying to drown out the sound.

Through the music I heard voices screaming out the lyrics, accompanied by a familiar French accent. I smiled slightly.

My fingers found their way to the hem of my jumper, fiddling with the edge. My heart pounded faster than the beat. My glasses slipped down along my nose. Before they could fall I propped them back up with my hand, then let it return to my jumper, before realising I could feel something, like someone was watching me.

I looked up quickly and searched the crowd. I saw many faces focused on the speaker and my father. My eyes wandered up to the back row, finding Mul, Laf and the sisters standing up, screaming the words. My smile widened slightly. As I scanned the row my eyes landed on a boy, his hair was tied up, and from what the lights showed I could see an abundance of freckles dotting his cheeks. He was blushing slightly, or was that just the lighting?

I suddenly realised that he was staring at me. My eyes met his from a distance and my cheeks heated up. I propped my glasses up again as we both looked down at our hands. I focused once again on the music blasting through the speakers. My foot tapped rhythmically to the music.

This musical always reminded me of my own life, abandoned by my father when I was young, and my mother dying because I couldn't afford medical treatment. After that I had moved in with a friend. Soon after that, he committed suicide. At least Washington had adopted me before I did the same. This was too real.

I really only listened to it for the debating, which naturally, I used in my own arguments. But I loved the part where Anthony falls in love with Lin-Manuel. I always cried when they die. My cheeks flushed again as I heard the lyrics:

Me? I loved him.

The rest of the song played while I thought over the lyrics of Lin-Manuel Miranda, and the boy that was looking at me. His loose bangs perfectly outlined his face, his blush highlighting his freckles. His eyes were so focused and he looked as if he was in awe. But of course he was looking at me. I felt the heat return to my cheeks at that thought.

My ears pricked up again as the room was filled with silence, the music having finished. Washington turned on the microphone once more.

"We will start auditions today. The judges will be a few teachers and myself. Feel free to audition in groups. And with that I'll give you the rest of the day and tomorrow without classes so you can prepare."

At his last words a few people left while others stayed to talk. I watched Washington as he packed up the speaker and headed off the stage. After a moment I followed him. As soon as I went backstage he turned to me.

"I take it that you are going to audition for Lin-Manuel Miranda. Just know that you are going to have a few intimate scenes with another boy," he smiled at my blush. I shrugged.

"Yeah, I know. Let's just hope that the other boy is aware of it," I chuckled slightly, starting to back out. "I'll see you later!" I waved back at him.

I walked out back onto the stage and seeing Lafayette and Mulligan, I make my way up the stairs to the back. I went up a row higher, knowing that they hadn't spotted me yet. I sneaked to the back of Laf's chair, ignoring the others. I reached my hands around and, with a shout, grabbed hold of his shoulders. I let go as he screamed and whipped around.

The others instantly turned around but relaxed upon seeing me.

"Mon ami! Hamilton!" Laf turned around fully and pulled me into an awkward hug.

"Good to see you too Laf!" I said as we pulled away from each other. I scanned everyone's faces, smiling, before my gaze landed on someone I didn't know. He was looking down at his hands shyly. I frowned in confusion before Laf spoke up.

"Oh, this is John Laurens. He just moved here!" He poked Larens with his elbow and he looked up, meeting my eyes.

Oh my god.

His face was dotted with many more freckles than I thought it originally was. His bangs slightly covered one eye, the rest of his hair was tied loosely up. His wide eyes showed a gleam of gold and green. He looked at me in disbelief before looking back down at his hands again. I could swear that he was blushing. I remained speechless for a few more moments before composing myself, trying not to let the heat in my cheeks show.

Laf looked between me and Laurens before smirking.

"So Hamilton, who are you auditioning for?" Laf rounded on me.

"Lin-Manuel Miranda. Why?" I asked cautiously, leaning on the seats in front of me.

"Well Laurens here," he slings an arm around Laurens' shoulders, "is thinking of auditioning for Anthony Ramos."

That's...that's the man who fell in love with Lin-Manuel...

"What? Umm...I'm not...I mean...I'm not even that good of a singer," he contradicted Laf, pulling away from him slightly.

He doesn't know. Great!1!1.

"You might as well give it shot," I said to him, shrugging, sending a glare at Laf who snickered.

"I AM NOT THROWING AWAY MY SHOT!" Laf screamed suddenly, standing up, making a few other students turn and scowl at us.

"So, you guys coming over?" I asked Mul and Laf as he sat down.

"Yeah, we can practice together," Mul responded excitedly.

I looked over their heads, "And I'm guessing you three will be auditioning for the Soo sisters? And crashing at my place again." I gave a sly grin, making them all laugh.

Angelica spoke up, "Damn right we are. For both." The other sisters giggled to themselves.

"Alexander! Stop flirting with your friends and come down here!" Washington's voice rang out across the hall, through the speakers. I stood back up, ignoring the laughs from the other students.

"Well, it was nice meeting you Laurens. We will meet up again after. I promise." I winked at him as I started to walk back. I mentally patted myself on the back.

Nice move, Hamilton. Someone better call the fire department because I am the hottest shit in this place.

A/N: hiya guys, we aren't dead yet! Please give me some ideas for titles please! Only lyrics ;u;
And I still need some story ideas! I want to make this story fun as well as sad!

-chewtoi