Hamilton One Shots

{Poly!HamilSquad X Reader} Tickets (51)

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★Modern AU★
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"Twenty One Pilots posted new songs!" I called out, pressing Jumpsuit on YouTube to watch the video.

I was clearly ignored by my boyfriends as I watched Tyler Joseph's and Josh Dun's new creation. I kept making small comments like, "Oh my gosh, is that Jenna?" and "Holy shit, his black neck appeared then disappeared!"

I finished the video and I noticed another song, Nico and the Niners. I squeaked and quickly pressed it, my mind racing. I watched an ad, an ad of Twenty One Pilots' new concert that is coming in October in New York City. I screamed joyfully, lifting my phone from where it was laying on the bed and raised it above me as I switched positions. "I need to go!"

I listened to the song before I quickly pressed a link I found in the description for the new concert coming. I noticed no tickets are coming out yet. I quickly sighed, pressing another link on accident. When I saw it was Ticket Master, I quickly typed in a username and password to become a member. I quickly found my way through the website and I was sent an email by them. I'd have to wait until Monday to know if I'd be chosen, since tickets are rare around this time and it's only Wednesday. I nodded to myself and quickly looked at another email that was from the Twenty One Pilots page sent to me. It was of when the new album, Trench, would be out. I smiled at the date. October 5 seemed far, but I will wait for this perfection.

Sighing happily, I quickly found myself buying the two songs on iTunes, deciding I'd need to work overtime to get enough money to get the tickets. I got myself out of bed and showered. I then texted my boss, asking if I could do overtime. I got dressed into shorts and a Twenty One Pilots shirt I own. Smiling, I made my way to the kitchen after grabbing my phone and slipping it into my pocket. Lafayette was in the kitchen, making breakfast.

"What were you screaming about, mon amour?" Laf asked, kissing my head afterwards.

"Twenty One Pilots posted after a whole year," I explained, grabbing a (favorite drink) that Laf grabbed for me. I kissed his cheek before walking to the living room.

"It was more like squeaking," Alex teased, making me nudge him.

I felt my phone go off in my pocket. I took it out and saw my boss sent many hours of where I could work. I smiled when I saw at the end of the message, 'I know they posted. You'll be getting $11.50 every hour extra.'

I texted her back a thanks and walked towards the door. "I'm heading to work."

"I thought you had today off," John called from the living room.

"Not anymore," I waved as I left the apartment.

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I checked my emails annoyed, the sixth time I did it today. "Nothing," I murmured to myself, placing my phone down once more. I quickly typed more emails from my work email to others, explaining the new work hours that needed to be covered. I took work hours during the day, leaving the night hours to others that I knew who would be able to do it.

I noticed my phone went off and I quickly checked it, thinking it was an email. When it was Lafayette, I sighed dramatically, but checked it anyway. I checked the text, pretty much saying we have a dinner for Alex's job this Friday. I texted I could do it, changing my schedule that I had on my email, clearing the evening for Friday. I felt my phone go off again and I noticed there was no notification. I smiled and quickly made my way to my email. I noticed it was from Ticketmaster.