Alexandra Hamilton

Non-Stop

Burr's POV

After the war I went back to New York. And Alexandra followed. I finished up my studies and I practiced law. And guess who else did? Alexandra Hamilton. We worked next door to each other and it wasn't that bad. But even though we started at the very same time, Alexandra Hamilton began to climb. How to account for her rise to the top? Man, that woman's non-stop!

Before I know it we're at our first trial; a murder trial. I haven't been given a chance to speak because Alexandra launched into a completely unnecessary rant.

"Gentlemen of the jury, I'm curious. Bear with me. Are you aware that we're making history? This is the first murder trial of our brand new nation. The liberty behind deliberation." She talks fast and it's difficult to keep up with what she's saying as she faces the jury. "I intend to prove beyond a shadow of a doubt with my assistant council-"

"CO council!" I correct her. I've had enough. "Hamilton, sit down." I push her into her seat and address the prosecutor. "Our client Levi Weeks is innocent. Call your first witness." I turn to her and hiss through my teeth. "That's all you had to say."

"Okay...." She says under her breath. She's not even listening to me. She springs out of her seat and exclaims, "One more thing!"

Why do you assume you're the smartest in the room? Why do you assume you're the smartest in the room? Why do you assume you're the smartest in the room? Soon that attitude may be your doom. And why do you write like you're running out time? Write day and night like you're running out of time? Every day you fight like you're running out of time. Keep on fighting. In the meantime....

I try to ignore her as best I can. And it works until she plants her feet right next to me on the table. I look up at her in shock. She's unpredictable! "Corruption's such an old song that we can sing along in harmony. And nowhere is it stronger than in Albany!" Everyone in the courtroom is staring at her. There are whispers amongst the jurors. "This colony's economy is increasingly stalling and honestly, that's why public service seems to be calling me." She's just non-stop! I'd be impressed if I wasn't so embarrassed by the scene she's made.

"I practiced the law. I practically perfected it." She says with a flip of her hair. "I've seen injustice in the world and I've corrected it. Now for a strong central democracy. If not, then I'll be Socrates, throwing verbal rocks at these mediocrities!" It's as if she can't go five minutes without discussing her vision for the future. Now's not the time or place.

Now we flash forward to Hamilton at the Constitutional Convention. I remember she came to me in my office, blushing as she squealed, "I was chosen for the Constitutional Convention!" I'm proud of her, but it's hard to celebrate her victory when I'm shadowed by envy. She's there as a New York junior delegate. From what I heard, she was surprisingly silent for the most part until one day she stood and said, "Now what I'm gonna say may sound indelicate." That can't be good.

She goes and proposes her own form of government. What!? Her own plan for a new form of government! She talks for six hours! The convention is listless! I overheard people talking about her, specifically a pair of men. One seemed intrigued, because he described her as a "bright young woman". His counterpart was more harsh and just straight up shouted, "Yo! Who the eff is this?"

Why do you always say what you believe? Why do you always say what you believe? Every proclamation guarantees free ammunition for your enemies. Why do you write like it's going out of style? Write day and night like it's going out of style. Every day you fight like it's going out of style! Whatever. Do what you do. See if I care.

One night as I'm on the brink of falling asleep, I hear a knock on the door. I drag myself out of bed to answer it. I open the door and see none other than Alexandra Hamilton.