I traveled to New York City. It is 1776. I see my idol, Aaron Burr. As he waves goodbye to ladies, I quickly run to him. "Pardon me, are you Aaron Burr, sir?" "Ah, who is asking?" He replied. "Oh, yes! I'm Alexander Hamilton." I said. "Hamilton. Yes, I'm Aaron Burr." He answered. "I really wanted to study at Princeton like you! But, I kinda punched your buddy." I said to him. "You punched Bursar." He said. "Yes, sorry sir!" I answered. "What a man you are, let's get a drink." Aaron Burr said to me. As I walked in with him I felt amazing. He talked nonsense to me. "Sir, you make no sense to me." I told him. "I'm saying if you talk to much you will-" a loud bang interrupted him. 3 men were loudly walking in. "Ayo, it's John Laurens." The first man yelled. He looked amazing, I turned red. "Bonjour, si Layaffete." The second man said. "BRAAH, BRAAH, I AM HERCULES MUGLIAN!" The third one said.
"Hey Aaron BURR, drop us a verse, yo!" John yelled. "Nah." Aaron replied. "What do you wait for Burr when it's the war?" John asked.
"If you just stand for nothing, you will fall." I replied. Burr and the 3 men looked at me. "Drop a verse, sir!" The 3 men yelled!
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Hamilton
ActionAlexander Hamilton. An orphan. His mother died of sickness. His father abandoned him. Alexander's story starts here. He will never throw away his SHOT.
