Another adopted by Hamilton story

Four

Lin hold my hand tightly as he guides me onto to the center of the stage. His other hand is on my back gently. He looks down at me with curiosity and suspicion but some pity I wish he would stop having. He hands me the microphone in his other hand and I look up into the empty seats. So many seats.

"It's not very loud right now so don't worry."

"What?"

"Can you sing?" I shake my head. "Can you try?" I don't answer. I look ahead of me. "You'll feel better if you do."

"Sing what?" I whisper.

"What's your favorite song?" I don't have one. So I don't say. "First thing that comes to mind?"

"Matilda."

"You know any songs." I nod, still staring ahead. "Go ahead." It must be two minutes of complete silence. I stare and he says nothing.

"I can't."

"You can." He says as quickly as he could without interrupting me entirely. I look forward again. I hear him walk away and I bring the mic down.

"No." He says. I look to him and he's grabbed a chair and is bringing it over. He sits down. "As long as it takes."

"No mic."

"Deal." I hand it to him.

"J-just because you find that life's not fair." My voice shakes insanely. My accent is probably more recognizable, hopefully more England then Ireland because of the character but I doubt that because they are different. My year in London gave me something, though, according to a social worker a while ago. She said maybe because I was young.

"Yes." He says.

"It... Doesn't." The 'd' pops put more then i'd hoped, "mean that y-you just have to grin and bear it."

"Yep."

"If you always- take it on the chin and wear it. Nothing will change."

"Keep going."

"Even if you're little you can do a lot."

"I hear the Irish. You know some english?" He says.

"You mustn't let a little thing like little stop you- You're on fucking broadway!"

"Um, yeah." He says standing, surprised.

"I can't sing in front of you, Lin. You're amazing. I can't sing in front of anyone. My friend always say you're a genius. I heard the CD, I know you wrote this. How can I sing in front of you on this stage if I can't sing in chorus?"

"There it is! A voice. Your voice! I love it. I love the hunt if an accent. Don't hold that back! I love the opinion, you ARE someone. I got your voice out of you. Did you know you had it in you?"

"Yes."