helpless || Lin-Manuel Miranda

will they tell your story? | nine

 (a/n my author's block is huger than outer space)

 I grab onto my dress and run out to begin 'The Schuyler Sisters' with Jasmine holding my hand as we walk onto the rotating circle in the middle of the stage. 

"There's nothing rich folks love more than going downtown and slumming it with the poor. They pull up in their carriages and gawk at the students in the common Just to watch them talk. Take Philip Schuyler: the man is loaded. Uh-oh, but little does he know that his daughters, Peggy, Angelica, Eliza sneak into the city just to watch all the guys at—" Leslie began singing in front of the crowd and the cast continued.

"Work Work!"

"Angelica!" Renee sang stepping in front of Jasmine and I both.

"Work Work!"

"Eliza!" I continued, stepping frontwards. 

"Work Work!"

"And Peggy!" Jasmine sang barging in front of Renee and me.

"Work Work!"

"The Schuyler Sisters!" We all sang, hand in hand.

"Angelica, Peggy, Eliza!" We sang together

"Work!"

"Daddy said to be home by sundown!" Jasmine pouted and ran to Renee, tugging on her dress sleeve.

"Daddy doesn't need to know." Renee just replied and pushed her off.

"Daddy said not to go downtown!" Jasmine crossed her arms and looked down. I walked over to her and pointed up into the air, "Like I said, you're free to go!" I smiled and twirled to face the crowd.

"But–look around, look around, the revolution's happening in New York." Renee looked at me then Jasmine and Jasmine, and I looked at each other and continued, "New York!" 

"Angelica!" The company sang and we all continued with them with; "The Schuyler Sisters!"

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I went backstage and hugged Lin right before he went on stage. He took my hand and tightened it before letting go.

Farmer Refuted, You'll Be Back, Right Hand Man and A Winter's Ball went quickly then I finished Helpless and Satisfied. It had come to 'Who Lives, Who Dies, Who Tells Your Story" I waited for my cue then walked onto my stage, singing. 

I hold my head down flat and sang. "I put myself back in the narrative."

"I stop wasting time on tears, I live another fifty years- it's not enough."

"I interview every soldier who fought by yourself."

"She tells our story," Oak, Daveed and Anthony sang behind me.

"I try to make sense of your thousands of pages of writings; you really do write like you're running out of time."

"I rely on-" I sang, and Renee joined with me, "Angelica."

"While she's alive-" 

"We tell your story" Renee and I continued together.

"She is buried in Trinity church near you" I walk up to her and continued

"When I needed her most she was right on time." Renee walks away, and I walk back to center stage with a look of sadness displayed on my face. 

"I'm still not through! I asked myself what would you do if you had more time!"