Another adopted by Hamilton story

Twenty

"Lin!" I yell, running into his dressing room. "Her callback went great apparently. She got it."

"In the show? Is she one of the kids?" He asks, jumping up from his chair.

"She's one of the four Matildas. She's gonna perform twice a week."

"She's Matilda?"

"Yes! How do we tell her?" I can't stop smiling.

"I know."
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Niamph's POV.
I walk in to the front door of the theater like Lin asked.

"Niamh." Jasmine says. "Come on." She grabs my hand and runs to the front with me.

"What's happening." We finally reach the front and she takes a deep breath.

"Just because you find that life's not fair it."

"Doesn't mean that you just have to grin and bear it." I look up on stage were Anthony is.

"If you always take it on the chin and where it, nothing will change." Phillipa says walking on stage.

"Even if you're little you can do a lot you mustn't let a little thing like little stop you. If you sit around and let them get on top." Several other members come from the wing. "You might as well be saying, you think that it's okay."

"And that's not right." Lin says, behind me. I turn around. "Congrats, Niamh. You're a Matilda."

"What?"
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Lins POV
Niamh covers her mouth in shock. "Seriously?"

"Yep. She steps forward and gives me a huge hug.

"Good job, Niamh." Phillipa tells her, now down from the stage. "I'm proud of you." That is all it takes for Niamh to cry and Phillipa to give her a big hug as well. I doubt she's heard those words in years.
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Niamh's POV
Ten weeks of intense work. Ten weeks of schooling and learning the musical. I'm scared but excited. It will be hard. I won't even be eleven when we start performing but ten weeks seems like years. That is until you are in it and make friends with the other kids in it. Especially the other Matildas. By the second week, we are close, and by the third, it seems like every day training is more like going to see them and have fun. But I do get tired and my health becomes a concern. Starvation causes long term issues. My heart is not very strong. Lin looked worried out of his mind at the doctor. They said I can keep doing what I am doing but the concern from the cast of Hamilton, and some adults around Matilda, makes me afraid that they think something might happen to me, or that it will. Only if it were that serious, I doubt they would put me through this and on stage.

"You look so tired." Phillipa says, one night after a performance of hers.

"I said I would do anything to be on stage the first week I was here. I wasn't lying." She sits down next to me. I'm laying down, reading a book that I place down next to me. "Phillipa?"

"Yeah?"

"Am I okay?" She bites her lip and nods.

"You're okay right now."

"But?"

"But your heart isn't doing all that well. You won't have any issues when you perform. We just get concerned that it might affect you in the future. But we shouldn't because the doctors are going to help you if It gets serious."

"Oh."

"What are you reading." She lifts up the book. "Matilda. Wow. Should have guesses."

"They gave us each a copy." She asks me how I like it and I say it's good before I start asking her a million questions again until she gets sick of it and says good night.