Non-Stop || Lin-Manuel Miranda

Chapter 6

I woke to the sound of the New York City traffic surrounding the hotel. I checked my phone, 11:05 AM, the latest I've slept in while. I yawned and got out of bed and made my way to coffee machine and brewed myself a cup before heading back to bed. I had a few text messages. One from mom telling me that she left early this morning to go exploring. Another from David asking if he could come over and help me get ready for my date. And another few from some friends congratulating me for the interview with Stephen Colbert.

I texted David back and told him to get here at 3 PM because I was going to need some serious TLC to get ready. I got in the shower and let it run for an excessively long time before deciding that I needed to get out before I ruin the hot water for the rest of the hotel. I ordered some room service and chilled out before David was going to get here.

I decided now would probably be a good time to listen to the Hamilton Soundtrack. So that's exactly what I did, I sat in bed eating and listening to soundtrack. It was an afternoon very well spent. By the time 'Who Lives, Who Dies, Who Tells Your Story' rolled around I probably cried a total of six times. My eyes were puffy listening to Eliza belt it out when I heard a knock on the door.

I looked a hot mess when I opened the door. My eyes were bloodshot, I was in a t-shirt and sweats and my hair was up in a bun.

David gave me a concerned look, "Uh, what's wrong?" He asked walking into the hotel apartment.

"The stupid musical made me cry for the past hour and a half. The first act was so empowering and then the second act made me bawl like a baby." I admitted sitting down on my bed again.

He laughed, "Better to get it out now then when you're with your boo thing tonight."

"David! It's just a date!"

"Mhm, I saw the way you ogled him the other night. I mean you were practically eye fuc..."

"Oh my god! Shut up. Maybe I was, okay?" I said laughing.

"Fine. You're no fun," He gave me his pouty face, "Go get a washcloth and put some cold water on it and de-puff those eyeballs of yours. Oh! And put your hair down girl. And plug in your curling iron."

I did as he told me. He followed me into the bathroom and started brushing my hair, "Look how far we've come sweet thing." He sighed as he clipped half my hair up and started curling small sections.

"I for one cannot believe that I only met you six months ago. I feel like I've known you for my whole life."

"You changed my life Lena." He said seriously.

"Did I?" I asked sincerely.

"You gave me a chance! Nobody even gave me a second thought. I was a makeup artist and hair stylist by trade and here you came. You picked me over all of the 'qualified' candidates."

I smiled, "You were the most qualified to me. You had a proven track record. It was a no brainer for me."

"Miss Hamilton, what would I do without you?"

"Hey! That's my line."

"Take this compliment, it won't come by often."

"You make liking you so hard David."

He chuckled at me; "You're going to love what I'm going to do for you tonight. You're hair is already looking amazing."

He handed me a mirror so that I could see the back, "Damn David! This is better than the other night. You're a magician."

He winked at me, "Okay shush, let me do your makeup now."

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