Our Shot (Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader)

32,000 Memories

POV: You

Your hotel was only about thirty minutes away from the theater but it might as well have been in California. Before this day you hadn't been aware that a car ride could pass so so slowly. Although you were sitting in the middle of the jeep, in the middle seat, you were one hundred percent lost in your thoughts, but you could vaguely hear your friends shrieking out unintelligible sentences. That was how you had assumed you would be acting right now, and you were, of course, bursting with excitement, but nonetheless anxiety and doubly filled your body more and more every second.

What if you fucked it up? They would get mad at. They would hate you. They were your idols... you couldn't have them hate you. Oh god. What if something is broken. What if you forget how to work something. You knew these thoughts were senseless, and pointless, but just... there were so many things that could go wrong.

"Helllooooo..." Jax, who was sitting next to you with her legs propped carelessly on the head of Vicky's seat in front of her, waved her hands in front of your face, "earth to Hamilton photographer...are you okay?!"  she yelled loudly in your ear.

"Yeah, Yeah sorry," you responded, shaking yourself out of your daze. "What if I mess up?" You blurted out, with a nervous chuckle. Victoria looked over her shoulder from shotgun.

"Hey, you'll do great. This is your dream." She said in an encouraging tone," your an amazing photographer. They'll love you." The rest of your friends nodded in agreement, and your heart over flowed with warmth. You couldn't imagine better people to bring along to this.

You took a deep breath as the car finally slowed to a stop in front of the Richard Rodgers theatre, lights flashing everywhere around you, despite the fact that it wasn't even close to being dark out.

"You guys go," Sophia said finally, "I'm going to find a place to park." You smiled at her gratefully, too nervous to speak. With a stomach full of nothing but nerves, and anticipation (it had just occurred to you that you hadn't eaten since yesterday lunch), you hopped out of the car along with your equipment. Three overexcited women in their twenties followed you out of the car, as well as two others who were unnaturally calm.

The six of you soon found yourself on the steps of the theatre. The next five minutes went by in a blur.

You were stopped by a security man, but after showing them your ID, and explaining who you were, the man let the six of you in.

You somehow ended up waking up a set of stairs leading to the dressing rooms, your heart pounding furiously. No one spoke. You had reached a point of excitement beyond speaking. You turned around for a second and laughed softly as you realized Kacey (who was slightly hyperventilating herself) had her hand clamped tightly around Tatums mouth in an attempt to keep her from screaming loudly. Jacqueline and Victoria regarded them with a bemused expression.

It suddenly occured to you that you had completley forgotten which room you were supposed to be heading towards. You decided you would just knock on the first dressing room you passed. You paused in front of a yellowish door, but never got a chance to read the nameplate nailed onto it as the door swung open, promptly hitting you in the face and sending you sprawling onto the floor.

A bit dazed you looked up and nearly passed out from shock. The one and only Phillipa Soo was standing above you, her eyebrows raised in concern.

"Oh my god, I am so so so sorry! Are you okay?!" She gasped. Jesus Christ she was such a cinnamon roll. She didn't even question the fact that there were six strangers awkwardly standing outside her dressing room. You nodded furiously, as she helped you up.

Finally finding your voice again you spoke. "Oh! This must seem really random! I'm (y/n). I'm p-photographing Hamilton? These are five out of the six people I-I was allowed t-to bring. The other one is p-parking. Omg. I'm such a huge fan, you have no idea. I love you and she whole cast and Hamilton so much. S-Sorry I'll stop talking." You stuttered, blushing. The six girls behind you repeated something that sounded a bit like what you had said minus the photographing part.