Alexander blinked his eyes a few times until he realized he was staring at a white ceiling. He let out a groan and tried to get up by using his arms. He seemed to be staring at a large black screen that took up an entire wall. The room he was in was all white besides that one wall and there were shelves full of books, the coffee table before him was covered with platters of all sorts of foods and drinks, there were couches, lots of pillows, and lots of blankets. Alexander nearly jumped when he heard a groan on the couch. Alexander saw Aaron starting to wake up. That's when Alexander noticed he and Aaron looked different. There was a mirror on the wall to Alex's left and he saw that he looked different. He had dark brown hair tied into a pony tail and chocolate brown eyes. He noticed Aaron had a darker complexion and looked a bit shorter than before. Alexander suddenly remembered everything. He remembers being shot by Burr and dying next to his wife and Angelica. He remembers everything. A wave of anger washed over him but it quickly diminished when Aaron stared at him with his chocolate brown eyes. He greeted," Hi..." Aaron's eyes glazed over and he suddenly said," Oh my God, shit, I'm so sorry-" Alexander burst into laughter. Aaron did also.
Aaron asked," Where are we and why do we look different?" Alexander answered," I have no clue where we are but damn do I look good." Aaron rolled his eyes and sat on the couch, pulling a few blankets up to himself to get warm. Alexander did the same. Suddenly, the screen turned on. On screen was a huge stage. Aaron said," That's...weird..." Suddenly, the stage dimmed and the lights in the room followed in suite.
Aaron was onstage. Aaron curiously looked at the screen and muttered something under his breath. Alexander watched in amusement, despite the fact he was also confused.
How does a bastard, orphan, son of a whore and a
Scotsman, dropped in the middle of a forgotten
Spot in the Caribbean by Providence, impoverished, in squalor
Grow up to be a hero and a scholar?
Aaron groaned," Oh my God, you can't be serious. I can't sing!"
Another man was on stage. Alexander looked at the man curiously, having no idea who he was.
The ten-dollar Founding Father without a father
Got a lot farther by workin' a lot harder
By bein' a lot smarter
By bein' a self-starter
By fourteen, they placed him in charge of a trading charter
Aaron and Alexander listened to the song closely.
And every day while slaves were being slaughtered and carted
Away across the waves, he struggled and kept his guard up
Inside, he was longing for something to be a part of
The brother was ready to beg, steal, borrow, or barter
Then a hurricane came, and devastation reigned
Our man saw his future drip, drippin' down the drain
Put a pencil to his temple, connected it to his brain
And he wrote his first refrain, a testament to his pain
Well the word got around, they said, "This kid is insane, man!"
Took up a collection just to send him to the mainland
"Get your education, don't forget from whence you came, and
The world's gonna know your name! What's your name, man?"
Alexander and Aaron watched as Alexander stepped up on stage.
Alexander Hamilton
Aaron asked," Did all of that really happen?" He glanced at Alexander for an answer and Alexander nodded. Aaron turned back to the screen.
My name is Alexander Hamilton
And there's a million things I haven't done
But just you wait, just you wait
When he was ten, his father split, full of it, debt-ridden
Two years later, see Alex and his mother, bed-ridden
Half-dead, sittin' in their own sick
The scent thick
And Alex got better but his mother went quick
Moved in with a cousin, the cousin committed suicide
Left him with nothin' but ruined pride, somethin' new inside
A voice saying "Alex, you gotta fend for yourself"
He started retreatin' and readin' every treatise on the shelf
There would've been nothin' left to do
For someone less astute
He would've been dead or destitute
Without a cent of restitution
Started workin', clerkin' for his late mother's landlord
Tradin' sugar cane and rum and other things he can't afford
Scammin' for every book he can get his hands on
Plannin' for the future, see him now as he stands on
The bow of a ship headed for a new land
In New York you can be a new man
Alexander asked, awestruck," Someone made a musical about me?" Aaron said," Well, apparently."
The ship is in the harbor now, see if you can spot him
Another immigrant comin' up from the bottom
His enemies destroyed his rep, America forgot him
We fought with him
Me? I died for him
Me? I trusted him
Me? I loved him
And me? I'm the damn fool that shot him
Alexander said," Damn right." Aaron said," I did say I'm sorry." Alex retorted," Sorry doesn't cut it." Aaron sunk into the blankets in defeat. What else is he supposed to do?
What's your name, man?
Alexander Hamilton!
Aaron asked," How long is this going to be?" Alexander answered," No idea. Are you hungry?" Aaron answered," No." Alex said," Okay, ron."
"Don't you dare call me that!"
