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Opening night was supposed to be routine. The cast of Hamilton knows their marks. The orchestra knows the downbeat. The lights rise at exactly 8:02 p.m. But this time, something is wrong. One by one, the actors begin to remember things they shouldn't-duels that haven't happened, letters they haven't written, heartbreak that hasn't unfolded yet. They remember a history they once performed... and somehow lived. They remember dying. All of them. All except me. As stage manager, my job is simple: keep the show running, keep the chaos contained, keep everyone steady. But the cast is unraveling. Burr won't stand stage left. Hamilton stares at him like fate is already sealed. Angelica watches everything like she's bracing for impact. They know how this ends. I don't. And the more the music begins to feel like prophecy instead of performance, the more they start to wonder- Why am I the only one who doesn't remember? And what happens when opening night comes... and the duel arrives again?