broadway kid || an original hamilton cast fan fiction

Chapter 54

Gracie's POV

Newsies.

Yes, okay, the word Newsies was ringing in my ear for a whole day, yes it's a big decision.

In the moment of course, I sorta stared blankly at Jeremy, then came to my attention and assured him I would decide very soon. And yes, I did say this with a large goofy grin, but what did you expect from me?

"Hey, uh, G?" I was called back to attention by Carleigh placing her hand gently on my shoulder.

"Huh?" I asked, pulling my headphones off.

"You alright babe? You were staring at the mirror, lipstick in hand for a solid five minutes."

"Oh, um, I, yeah." I bit my lip, "I sorta have a lot on my mind."

"Okay," she smiled, "what are you listening to?" Carleigh returned to doing her makeup in the mirror.

"Newsies." I mumbled.

"Oh! I love Newsies, Jeremy Jordan came to the show, you know!" She pointed out.

"Oh trust me, I know." I groaned, and held my head in my hands.

"Okay Gracie, my sweetheart, I, I understand that you may not be a, um, typical high schooler, what with your theatre schooling," Carleigh started explaining, and I looked at her oddly, "but the response to 'Jeremy Jordan saw a musical that you were in' is definitely not a groan. Well, unless you were having a bad hair day, or your dance partner dropped you."

"No, my hair looked great, it always looks great, you should know this by now." I laughed, tossing my hair over my shoulder. "And that's not why I groaned."

"Okay, I mean you are a strange theatre-schooled child, I assume you have your reasons." She laughed, "but just to let you know, you should never be disappointed about an attractive man co-"

"Carleigh he is 32 years old." I cut her off, as she was about to go on a little tangent. "And married."

"How old is Dan?" Carleigh asked, and I frowned a little, obviously things weren't going well there, and it probably wasn't going to work out. Also, one of the Newsies, um, he was, he was sorta cute.

"Can you keep a secret?" I asked, steering her away from the Dan topic.

"Uh," she looked around the loud dressing room, full of women doing standing splits and singing along to Beyoncé, "yes."

"Okay, um, I talked with Jeremy Jordan yesterday, and uh, they, they want me to audition for Newsies." I admitted.

"Oh, wow, uh, that's big." She nodded a little.

"Do you think I should?" I asked, nervous.

"Well, there always is a right time to leave a show, and I mean, Newsies is pretty fantastic." She explained.

"Also, I might not get in. I mean, it's not a guarantee."

"You've been in Hamilton for a while, sometimes it's the best thing for your career to leave a show you're already in and get good experience doing something else. The dance styles are very different, it would be good for you."

"Thanks." I smiled a little, "I don't know, but, thanks."

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The next day, I was at Anthony and Jasmines house, sitting in the living room, in my pajamas, when I heard a knock at the door.

"Yeah?" I mumbled, my mouth full of pizza, as I swung the door open.

"Gracie?" I heard a guys voice, ask.

"Oh, Tommy, Tommy Bracco. Hello, um, hi, what are you doing at my apartment?" I asked.

"I was wondering if-"

"No, I haven't decided yet." I admitted, "I'm sorry, it's a big decision, Hamilton means a lot to me, and I have really good relationships there, and it's safe, and I would get to see Anthony, Jasmine, and Lin every day, but on the other hand I love Newsies and I should get th-"

"Okay, okay, calm down, take a breath." He instructed, "that was a long sentence with a lot of reasons I'm sure were very valid." He laughed, putting his hands on my shoulders, "I was just wondering if you wanted to get lunch?"

"Oh." I bit my lip, "yeah, yeah, of course, um, just uh, just let me change." I bolted from the door, going into my room. "Make yourself at home!" I shouted as I grabbed a tan crop top from my closet.

In record time, I was dressed. I was wearing a white crop sweater, longer red skirt, a brown fur jacket, and black bootie heels. I was pulling my hair into a pony tail, as I walked back into the living room.

"Ready?" Tommy asked, looking up from a photo on the coffee table, "oh! You look great."

"Thanks." I smiled a little bit, "and yeah, I'm ready."

•••

"To let you know, my small Gracie, we are going to the restaurant of my people." Tommy announced, as he parked the car on the street.

"What does that mean?" I asked, laughing.

"It means we're getting Italian. Like me!" He laughed, slipping his arm into mine.

"Clever." I praised, rolling my eyes.

He walked me into the restaurant, and very soon, we were seated a little table, adorned with a vase of a few flowers, and a tempting basket of warm bread.

"Slow down! We haven't even ordered yet!" I laughed, seeing Tommy with a large piece of bread in his mouth. He glared a me a little, and I laughed.

"The bread is good." He laughed as well, after he had managed to swallow it.

"I'm sure it is." I smiled, "unfortunately, tonight you can see my stomach, so, um, I have to have a salad again." I closed my menu and set it down on the table.

"Well, um, I, Gracie," Tommy stumbled over his words a bit, "I wanted to let you know that there's no pressure to audition, we asked because you're good, but, whatever you choose is fine. Please know that, Gracie." He smiled a little bit.

"Okay." I smiled back, "don't worry, I won't stress."

"Good." He nodded.

"Oh my god." My eyes widened seeing a head of black hair in one of the booths.

"I thought you weren't going to stress." Tommy sighed.

"No, um, I, I think that's Dan."

"Who the hell is Dan?" Tommy asked, confused, then, I saw him stand up.

"Hide me!" I whispered, "that's Dan."

"Who the hell is Dan?" Tommy repeated, obviously confused.

"Uh, he's, uh, hard to explain." I shrugged, trying to bury my head in my menu.

"Gracie?" Dan asked, I felt his hand on my shoulder, and squeezed my eyes shut, wanting to disappear. "Gracie, who's this? What are you doing here? Are you cheating?"

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Hi. This is @Abi_Fanzel

I'm writing for Kenz.

Hope it was okay.