Lippa One Shots

Persistence

Pippa's POV

Two weeks into my rehearsals with Hamilton. I had gotten the part after a reading before everything was even made. It was amazing to see it all come together. There was a man who wanted to get my attention of course... I didn't know why. He just seemed to fancy me for some odd reason.

We stood together, Renee, Jasmine, and I, in our dressing room warming up. Eventually we got off subject and started singing different parts of different songs off the radio.

"You guys sound wonderful!" All of us looked up at the half opened door. Lin was standing there smiling as if he hadn't ever heard us sing before.

"Thanks." We laughed nervously. It was weird hearing it from the writer of the show. Even weirder since he just stood there staring for a bit. He eventually left and we laughed at his quirkiness.

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Two more weeks later, while rehearsing dance numbers, Lin catches my eye. He smiles and waves at me. I gave a small wave back and watched him trip over his own two feet. He was supposed to be paying attention, but it wasn't working for him. His little gang of friends laughed at his mess up and his cheeks flared red. I knew he felt embarrassed about what he just did.

"I swear I'm a good dancer." He said when we were paired up for our scenes.

"I believe you." I laughed lightly under my breath. He grinned and continued to lead the dance.

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It was our break during rehearsal, and only a few days since Lin's mess up with a dance number. I was sitting on the stage alone since Jasmine and Renee went to get food. Lin was of course trying to catch my eye by throwing a prop in the air and catching it. Of course it caught my attention... and when I looked over and he made eye contact, he dropped the prop. I smiled but covered my mouth while looking away. I could tell he was mentally beating himself up about it.

"Why must you try and impress me?" I laughed. It was only us on the stage. So I knew he heard me.

"What are you talking about?" He asked.

"Nothing Mr. Miranda." I shook my head and looked back at my phone.

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Over the span of weeks into months he had tried everything to get my attention. It was working. Little anonymous notes in the dressing room. Little anonymous gifts hidden in the dressing room as well. I suspected he was starting to give into the secret admirer aspect instead of trying to impress me with skills he thought he had.

"Do you know who it's from?" Jasmine asked while holding up the little plaster dog.

"Oh I believe I do." I laughed while fixing my hair.

"Who do you think it is?" She asked Renee.

"I think it's Mister Lin himself." She smirked. "He's always trying to get information about you from us." She laughed.

"Oh.. That makes sense... But why these weird gifts?" She asked while placing it near the other various tiny sculptures. I shrugged and fixed its position.

"I like them." I smiled.

"Of course you do! Do you like him?" Renee asked with her eyebrow raised.

"Well... He's..." I started to feel my cheeks get hot.. I caught myself in the mirror blushing. "I do." I laughed. The girls squealed and hugged me. "Please don't tell him! It'll ruin the show!" I pleaded.

"Oh it won't. If anything it'll amplify it." Jasmine laughed. I rolled my eyes and thought of it all. He would be my love and I would be his... No. That can't happen. I can't have feelings for this man! He's the creator of the show, and the star. No one will want that. If anything were to happen to us things wouldn't feel right anymore and then the show would suffer...

"Why do you think he likes me?" I asked while gazing at the little kitten sculpture.

"Maybe he sees that you're really pretty." Renee smiled.

"Or that you're just drop dead beautiful." Jasmine added.

"Or that you're a great singer!" Renee beamed.

"Or that you're this very talented actress." Jasmine nodded.

"Well no matter what we say he probably has a list of more reasons." Renee laughed. I shrugged and looked at all of these little trinkets. Why various objects? I couldn't imagine why he chose these things... but never question a man of creativity. He probably had his reasons...

"I'm gonna talk to him." I said abruptly while standing from my chair.

"What?" Jasmine blinked.

"I'm gonna take to him." I repeated while walking out of the dressing room. I was surprised that no one had stopped me but hey, they knew me. When I put my mind into something, I needed to get it done. I arrived at his dressing room that he shared with Chris and felt an overwhelming feeling of anxiety... I knocked three times and waited.

"Pips! What are you doing here?" Chris asked when he answered the door.

"Is Lin in there?" I asked quietly.

"I think he's on stage with the rest of the creative team. Something about putting in a turn table...?" He said while rubbing his head. I nodded and mumbled a thank you to him while walking away. I quietly walked towards the stage and saw the whole creative team leaned over a table full of different papers.

"But it will work right?" Lin asked.

"Of course." One of the guys scoffed. "It'll give the show so much more to work with too. That way instead of taking really tiny steps, you can stride through while it turns and it'll give the illusion of walking through." He explained. Lin nodded and tapped the paper multiple times.

"I like it. Put it in." He smiled. He turned around at stared at me once he realized I was standing in the wings. I gave a small wave and he waved back. He had the goofiest grin on his face too... "D-did you need something?" He laughed.

"I just needed to ask you a few questions..." I said slowly. He nodded once and walked towards me.

"Yes?" He asked quietly.

"Um...I know it's been you leaving all of those gifts..." I laughed. His cheeks turned bright red and he smiled. "Why all the random things? I love them, but I was just curious..." I smiled.

"Well... Just I don't know... I figured that you would like them... I sometimes overhear you talking about things and I pick out a word that makes you light up and find it in those little knick knacks.." he explained nervously.

"Aw... Lin you're sweet." I blushed. "I... Um also want to know why you've been giving me these gifts.." I mumbled.

"Well... I think you're cute and you seem like a nice person... And yeah... I-I just... You know? Um... Wanna go on a date with me?" He was so cute when he was nervous... He kept tripping over his words and was really red now...

"Yes. I will." I said while kissing his cheek.