Prolougue

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I'm nineteen years old. Nineteen. I'm younger then almost everyone in this room. Maybe everyone.

"Number 17, 20, 34, 44, and 4. The rest if you, thank you." Number thirty-four. Did I hear that right? Did he actually say thirty four? Am I actually standing here. "Rehearsals will begin Sunday at eight in the morning. Don't be late. Congratulations. Oh, and thirty-four, stay a moment." I nervously rock from my heels to my toes as the figure next to him stands up and walks up into the light.

"Jump down." Lin-Manuel says. I do. "You are a very talented girl, you know."

"Thank you, sir."

"It's Lin. This also isn't just about your age. I can see something in you and I want to tell you that you can talk to me if it's too much." Yeah, right. This is Broadway. I'm on my own.
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A/N- shortest part ever.

Re published the story because there was this chapter that I published eighty chapters too early and yeah.

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