South Park in Hamilton because I have no life.

Hurricane and the Reynolds Pamphlet (chapter 23.)

As weird as it sounds, as far as I know, Hurricane is the most accurate (historically.) fun fact: Aaron Burr, especially in his later life...... did some extremely charitable things yet was fairly unnerved about killing Alexander Hamilton.
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I sit down in the chair, putting my head in my hands.

"In the eye of a hurricane.... there is quiet, for just a moment," I say.

What have I done? How could I betray the trust of the people around me?

"A yellow sky.......," I say.

I try to blink away the thoughts of when I was a seventeen and how a hurricane destroyed my town.

"I didn't drown," I say.

It suddenly hits me. I didn't seem to die! I wrote my way out.

"Wrote everything down far as I could see. I wrote my way out," I say.

I looked up and the town had its eyes on me. They passed a plate around, total strangers moved to kindness by my story. Raised enough for me to book passage on a Ship that was New York bound... I can write my way out yet again! I wrote my way out of hell! I wrote my way to revolution!

"I was louder than the crack in the bell," I mutter.

I wrote Stan love letters until he fell.

"I wrote about The Constitution and defended it well," I say.

I get up.

"And in the face of ignorance and resistance, I wrote financial systems into existence! And when my prayers to God were met with indifference, I picked up a pen, I wrote my own deliverance," I say.

In the eye of a hurricane there is quiet for just a moment.... A yellow sky! I can get out of this!

"I was twelve when my mother died... she was holding me! We were sick and she was holding me," I say, crying just a bit. I couldn't seem to die... why couldn't I die? I would have died to save her! Hell, I would have died if it didn't save her!

"Wait for it!"

"You get nothing if you wait for it!"

"Wait for it!"

"Write everything down, far as I can see!" I say.

"Wait for it, wait for it, wait for it!Wait—."

"History has it's eyes on you."

"I'll write my way out!" I say.

I take a quill and the papers.

"Overwhelm them with honesty," I say.

I try to look through my mind for the parts.

"This is the eye of the hurricane, this is the only way I can protect my legacy," I say.

"Wait for it, wait for it, wait for it, wait—."