broadway kid || an original hamilton cast fan fiction

Chapter 39

Gracie's POV

"You know this kid, Gracie?" Lin questioned me.

"No, well I've heard of him. He is in Heathers."

"I know how much you love Heathers. I'm surprised you haven't stalked him and arranged a meeting."

I laughed, "I'm not that of a fan girl, am I?"

"YES!" I heard a group of voices from the girls dressing room.

I stuck my head into their room, and laughed. "I'm really not like that all the time."

I looked to see Carleigh, Emmy, Sasha, Elizabeth, Alysha, Hope, and Karla sat doing different things.

"So, Youtube after you do the basic wing. You are just going to pull on your eye and and tilt the wand upwards. That's how you get the most perfect eyeliner."

"Hey, Carleigh."

"Oh, Youtube, say hello to Gracie. The girls were just discussing how she is a psycho over Heathers: the musical."

"I'm really not, don't tell all of your fans that.."

"Hmm...I'm going to tell them anyways because it's true." She said.

I rolled my eyes at her, as she continued to film her makeup tutorial for her Youtube channel. 

Emmy laid on the ground in a startle split, and leaned all the way forward, "Having fun, Emmy?"

"Just getting all stretched for the matinee. Something you should probably do as well." Emmy sarcastically remarked.

"That's sweet, thank you for caring Emmy." I spat back in a friendly manner, "Actually, I'm not on for the matinee. "

"Why not?" All of the girls looked at me.

"Andy wanted me to lay off a performance, before I have to run through some dance rehearsal. "

"Did the Andy Blankenbuehler request it?" Elizabeth asked.

"Yeah."

Carleigh, who had quit filming her tutorial, looked at Emmy. She looked at Elizabeth who looked at Sasha who looked at Alysha. By this time everybody had the look as if they were going to burst out laughing.

They did, "RUSTY."

What did rusty mean? Wait like I'm not a good dancer.

"Wait, what does that mean?" I frantically looked around the room.

"Look, Andy is a perfectionist. Every single one of us have been pulled out of show and told they had dance practice." Karla spoke up.

"It's really not a big deal. Don't worry about it." Elizabeth smiled.

                            •••

I stood on the jet black stairs of the famous Richard Rodgers landing.

Famous, from Andrew Chapelle's snapchat stories. Which, according to the law of snapchat, is the king of it.

Dan stretched his arm to meet my shake. I stared his arm, man I don't know why. Oh, I do know why, his whole body was freaking beautiful. Muscles. Dark Caribbean skin.  No ring around his finger, which is all ways a good sign.

Did I mention? This is the Daniel Domenech. Yes, like the God of Heathers the Musical.

I'm kinda obsessed with him, I mean have you looked at him? Have you seen his body? Man, how could he ever be single? Wait is he?

"I'm Daniel, Dan Domenech" I gently shook his hand, it felt like I was meeting my future husband. Or Am I?

"I-Uh know who you are." He changed his body weight backwards towards his other leg, "That sounded weird I meant that like I have heard you sing. On tumblr, Lin would not let me watch the bootleg, under any circumstances."

He chuckled at the sound of the word 'bootleg, then he smiled back up at me.

"Confession: I watched the bootleg!"

"Really?"

"Really, Gracie, Really."

That was hella weird! How did he know my name? That's creepy.

I gave him in unsettling look, to which he smiled a beautiful smile.

"Oh, I know your name. Like everyone does, You're Gracie Daniels Mira-"

"It's just Daniels. Nothing legally changed except-, Long story, continue" I tell him.

"Well I know Lin from a past show, and I really wanted to meet you. Also, to ask you a question."Dan inquired about me.

Dan Domenech wanted to meet me? What. The. Heck. Wait, What does he want to ask me.

"That's awfully sweet. " I say, all giggly head to toe, "What do you want to ask me?"

"I want to ask if you would like to do a duet at 54 below?"

"I have never preformed at 54 below. That sounds really cool."

"So, do you want to grab a slushy? Then we could talk about at it?" Did this boy just ask me ask me out.

"Right Now?" I say, as I interlocked my hands together, trying not to squeal like a little girl.

"Yeah, just like 15 minutes, okay?" He assured me. I don't know why, but I stared into his bright, charming eyes.

I couldn't say no.

"Sure, why not. Let me grab my stuff."

Daniel. Freaking. Domenech. Asked me to get a slushy. I think I could just freeze my brain thinking about this.

I ran into the bathroom, where I had been crying previously. I grabbed my purse, and ran out of there, I couldn't think of it. I wouldn't allow myself.

I skipped along the landing of the Richard Rodgers landing, just waiting for a reason to stay.

I didn't. I went with him. Heather's Dan Domenech.