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It's Quiet Uptown

Chapter Songs: Acts Two of the play Hamilton : Primarily "Burn" and "It's Quiet Uptown"

Delia's POV:

I couldn't look at him as we stood in the lobby again during the intermission. We both had a glass of wine in our hand as he stood with his other hand in his pocket. My cheeks were red as I lifted the glass of wine to my lips. None of it meant anything right? I didn't mean for that to happen, and as much as I loved Cole and as much as I wanted to spend the rest of my life with Cole, sometimes I couldn't help but imagine how different everything would be if Dylan had said something to me first. I glanced up at Dylan slowly and he mostly just looked really upset. I kept to myself but he noticed how I was looking at him.

"I'm just upset about Laurens dying," he mumbled, looking down at his glass of wine. I definitely wasn't expecting that response. Laurens dying definitely wasn't in the original recording and it took me slight by surprise. I wasn't going to lie about it. I had cried, too. I was just more concerned about where Dylan and I stood. I couldn't help but nod in response sadly to the death yourself. I loved Anthony Ramos, who played John Laurens, more than I loved myself sometimes.

"Yeah. That is the number one thing that hadn't been included in the soundtrack that I really wish they had included. I feel kind of attacked right now," I whispered softly as Dylan gently reached for my elbow, his fingers grazing against my skin. There was soft signaling of lights, letting us know that we had about five minutes to get seated again. I followed after him slowly. It didn't take long for us to get back to our seats.  We sat there in silence with our glasses of wine before the lights dimmed again slowly. The theater fell quiet as the soft upbeat of "What'd I Miss" started up. Daveed Diggs slowly marched down the stairs in style, causing me to give an instant smile. I loved this cast so much that it almost hurt. They were all so amazing and I had grown to love every single one of them, from Leslie Odum Jr all the way down to Jasmine Cephas Jones. I felt Dylan's arm slide behind me again as we watched in silence this time. We were quiet until the Cabinet Battle came up.

Dylan was smirking down at me as he leaned down to whisper every line of Thomas Jefferson again my ear perfectly. I turned my head quickly as I whispered back up to him, delivering Alexander's lines back just as easily. We shared a soft laugh at the end of the song as Washington pulled Hamilton away.

"You know, we are very much like Jefferson and Hamilton. Cole is Washington by far, trying to stop our bullshit," he whispered down to me. I couldn't help but smile up at him before looking back at the stage. He was absolutely right.

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Dylan's POV:

She had her head on my shoulder and I couldn't help but to smile at that fact. I decided to rest my head on top of hers gently as Philip started rapping to his father, Eliza beat boxing in the background. Delia giggled quietly as she harmonized beautifully with the actor. Anthony Ramos, I think his name was. She knew more than I did. She loved this play with everything she had in her. Delia practically obsessed over it. I delicately took her small hand in mine and my first thought was how perfect this felt. She was dating my brother, but that didn't mean I couldn't dream. I dreamed for only a small moment until I felt the cold of the ring against her finger. I glanced down at our hands again, staring at the small line of diamonds with a fair sized one sitting in the middle. I gently pulled my hand away from hers before sliding my arm against the back of her chair.

The play continued on. I couldn't help but squirm during the Reynolds affair of Alexander Hamilton cheating on his wife. He supposedly loved her with everything he had, but for some reason he had cheated on her for practically a whole year. Then Eliza Hamilton started to sing 'Burn', the response to the affair. She was burning every letter her husband had sent her as a representation of their marriage. To Eliza it was over and I couldn't help but feel her emotions as Cole's. Something seemed to strike me. I could feel my chest tightening at the power of the song and the strain in her voice and the tears clearly rolling down the actress' cheeks. Something about it made me feel every type of horrid for any feelings I had for Delia. I had to control them and I decided right then and there that it was enough. They were happy, and I wasn't going to tear them apart like the Hamiltons. I couldn't imagine seeing my brother hurt as much as Eliza. He couldn't remove himself from the narrative, and I wouldn't let him. I pulled my arm from her chair and held my hands in my lap. I glanced down at Delia. There were soft tears rolling down her own cheeks as she held her hands against her chest. I held back every urge to wipe them from her soft skin. I looked back at the stage.