Running Into Hamilton

Hello There- part 1

Run. Run. Run. Keep going. Don't stop. If you stop, it'll be like the rest of your life, stop and go in places no 13 year old should be.

This was the little monologue that I gave myself every time I thought I couldn't do it any longer. How long have I been running? How many days? At least 15. I mean, I'm not that fast, I can't still be in Pennsylvania. Where am I? Jersey? New York? I have to be in New York. Judging by the amount of people in the streets, it's definitely New York. Only one thing ran through my mind.

"Look around, look around at how lucky we are to be alive right now." I'm in New York. I've always wanted to be here. Back when I had a computer, I used Google earth to walk the streets of New York city. Wait. If I remember this right, the Richard Rogers is right down... as I look up, I see a faint white glow. That has to be it. I pick up my pace and run down towards the Rogers. My legs, let me rephrase that, my everything, was aching, sore and bruised, old ones from my 'family' and new ones from running.

I come closer to the theater and realize that I barely have any money left. I search by bag and see my Musical selections of Hamilton book, 6 dollars, 2 dirty shirts and pairs of shorts, and a blanket. As I puck pick up my pace again to get to the theater, I see a small crowd of people near the stage door. I weave my way through the crowd and it grows, then i see four familiar men come towards the barricade, extremely close to me.

Lin-maneul Miranda, Anthony Ramos, Leslie Odom Jr., and Jonathon Groff are now several feet ahead of me. "Are you alright?" I hear the four of them say in somewhat unison. Inside I am screaming that these angels just spoke to me, but outside I nod and try to push my way through the thick crowd of stage-doorers. Before I can move anywhere, i feel a firm, not painful, but firm grip that pulls me closer to the barricade.

Groff flashes me his perfect smile, and then helps me climb over the barricade and ushers me inside. He sits me in a room which I can only assume is his dressing room. I can tell he shares with someone, but I can't tell who. After about ten minutes of being confused, beyond excited, tired, and restless, the four men come back.

"So... um.. are you really ok?"
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AN:
Hey there! So this is my first real fanfic, and I really need your feedback!

My name is Maddie (I am a poet. I wrote this poem just to show it) and as you can tell I am obsessed with Hamilton. I plan to update this at least 4 times a week, but hopefully daily. Message me anytime if you need to or want to talk! Love you guys!