Definition Of Her//Adopted By Lin Manuel Miranda(COMPLETE)

Chapter 1. Gray Wilson

She swung her legs over the itchy matress as annoying alarm tones buzzed through the room. She yawned stretching her arms over her head immediately wincing as pain shot up her body. Volleyball practice the night before had taken every amount of strength she had left and she was paying the price now. Her feet hit the cold floor with a thud, usually she'd be as quiet as possible praying she wouldn't wake her foster parents up but it was Saturday. Much to her enjoyment, they both had to go to work. Which meant a worry free day of walking the busy streets being normal.

She ran through the steps quickly as she did every morning, wash her face, comb through her hair with her fingers, old pair of jeans, old tank top etc. Same outfit everyday, she realistically only owned three pieces of good clothing. She didn't mind, she never did. Owning more meant spending more then three minutes of packing to bounce from foster home to foster home. That time well spent walling busy streets, singing Broadway songs to herself she's come to memorize from walking past the countless theatres, countless of times.

Down the seven stairs, counting them to make sure she was still living, still in the real world. She walked into the kitchen, her stomach growling. No food. There was never food to begin with but usually some old takeout was left for her, she hadn't eaten since the morning prior. As she walked to grab her tattered shoulder bag she felt light headed. She needed something, anything. She wasn't going to steal, she promised herself she would never stoop to that level.

Thinking of ways to obtain any sort of money she passed a street performer and an idea struck in her head. She'd sing, sing for money. Even if she sounded terrible perhaps she'd get some pity money. She turned the corner, and set down her bag, realizing she had nothing to signify she was asking for money. She reached over onto the top of the garbage bin and grabbed an old coffee cup and placed it in front of her. Taking a deep breath in and out. During those 5 approximate seconds she let her brain track back quickly in time. Piano cords played in her head as she could still remember the women's delicate voice singing about firey betrayal.

"I saved every letter you wrote me..."

And so on from there.

He walked down the busy street with friends close behind. "Lin slow down! I have little legs!" Jasmine said, Anthony laughed behind her as did Phillipa and Reneé. "Sorry" Lin apologized, the head strong Miranda man was lost in his own thoughts as they continued walking. The sounds of the street seemed to fade until something caught his attention, he stopped abruptly causing Phillipa behind him to run into his back. "Lin?" She asked but he shushed her.

"Your are paranoid in every paragraph, of how they perceive you...you, you, you, you, you...."

The familiar song rang in his ears, it was ever so slightly off key. Something you wouldn't notice if you hadn't written the piece itself. As his friends noticed the soft singing coming through the horns, yelling and other white noise they all stopped talking. He spotted a young girl on the corner with a coffee cup in front of her, a gentlemen placing some money in the cup and leaving once again.

"I hope that you... burn...."

She finished the piece quickly and bent down to the cup, Lin watched as she took out the five dollar bill and some change with a smile. He'd never seen a teenager so happy about a five dollar bill. She began to jog down the street towards him, he noticed as she came closer the faint purple circles under her eyes and the stickly-ness of her torso. He was so busy looking he didn't realize she had collided with his shoulder until she hit the ground with a thud.

"I'm so sorry!" She exclaimed, He went wide eyed. She had just smacked every part of her body of the ground on his account and was now apologizing. "No don't apologize I should've moved" he said, he reached for her but she flinched away, he frowned as he knew those signs. Phillipa knelt beside her, helping her up. The young girl looked uncomfortable well she was doing so. "You have a beautiful voice" Reneé said, he watched the young girl give a small grin. "Every voice is beautiful, it's the song that makes something gorgeous" the teenager replied.

"Thank you" Lin replied, Phillipa added in a thanks as well. "I'm sorry I'm not following" The girl replied. "I wrote that song and this women sings it. We act on Broadway at the-" "Richard Rodgers" she finished, she laughed. "I'm an idiot my gosh, it was lovely to meet you but I have to run" she said quickly, he knew she had nowhere to be but before he could call her out she had turned from them. "Hold on!" He yelled, she turn looking at him. "I'm Lin Manuel Miranda and I didn't get your name" he yelled, she nodded. He barely heard he response over the loud talking and cars passing buy and the general astetic of New York.

"I'm Gray, Gray Wilson"