“You heard what I said, Lin-Manuel Miranda.”
You watched as his eyes widened before he crossed the room to reach you. He placed his hands on your shoulder as he looked deep into your red rimmed eyes.
“[F/Name]. I have no idea what’s going on-”
You slapped his hands away from you angrily, stepping back from him seething. “Of course you fucking don’t. That’s because you’re a bloody idiot. That’s the whole damn problem!”
Your voice became higher and shrill with each word, confident that it reached outside the studio.
Lin flinched, this being the first time you ever cussed at him. And no matter how mad you were, you never brought yourself to use foul language towards him.
Hieda placed a hand on Lin’s arm. “I think it’s best if you left.”
Lin shrugged her hand off, eyes focused on you. “No. I need to know what’s going on.” He took a step towards you. “Why has your cheerfulness dissolved into hate and anger?”
You chuckled. “You really want to know?”
Just as he nodded his head, Karla rushed in, Andrew right behind her. Karla leeched onto Lin’s side, wrapping an arm around his waist, asking to you “Why did you run off? We were having such a good laugh.”
Andrew snapped his fingers, pointing at her and opening his mouth before you disrupted him.
“I think you have your answer.” Your words were as cold as ice and sharp like the very point of a knife. You raised your chin up, turning to Hieda. “It was nice working with such an amazing makeup artist, but, regrettably, I have to leave.”
At this time,Jimmy squeezed into the room, and with perfect sync with Andrew, questioned: “You mean you’re leaving Hamilton?”
Hieda grabbed your purse from the table and handed it to you. “Don’t worry. All of my things will be gone by tonight,” you directed towards Lin. Andrew stepped in front of you.
“You’re not fucking serious, are you girl?”
“Dead.” You shouldered past him out the room, out the studio,and out of Hamilton’s life.
Surprisingly, the show that would’ve destroyed your public image was not aired, and replaced with Jimmy Fallon interviewing The Rock about the new movie, Moana.
Though online, there was some uproar on why the Hamilton cast video didn’t appear. And some tweets stating that you were jealous of the new ensemble member, Karla, and walked off stage because you couldn’t take a joke.
But without proof, and with the help of fans, they quickly straightened out the rumors.
Like promised, you went straight to the theater after the show and managed to grab all of your items without being seen. But the cast wasn’t to happy about you leaving without any clear reason.
The calls to your cellphone and house phone was getting horrendous, and you decided to take out the land line and turn off the cell. Your apartment had many knocks and ringing of doorbells throughout the past week that you learned to make it look like you weren’t home. It’s not that you’re a coward, not wanting to face them, it’s just that you needed time.
You haven’t shed a single tear since leaving,and really didn’t fell like bursting out in tears in front of them.They didn’t deserve to see them.
Once you deemed it safe, you turned on your phones again. Not surprisingly, your land line beeped with multiple messages.One hundred and three in total.
Your cell was no different, reaching just under the mark of ninety messages.
And none from Lin. But a few from Karla.
You scoffed, throwing the phone onto your bed. No way in hell were her messages any good, remorseful, or filled with any emotion except glee.
You grabbed a fluffy towel, heading to your bathroom.
She got what she wanted.
You turned the hot water on.
You just exited the bathroom when your phone pinged. Wrapping your hair up in a towel, you reached for it before stopping. A new voicemail.
You debated listening to it as you pulled on clothes,staring at the phone’s position on the bed. Paranoia plagued your mind. Were you ready to hear his voice again? Ready to hear how things are faring? How happy the cast was since you left?
You shook your head. If they were happy, they wouldn’t come banging on your windows, screaming about talking to them.
You picked up the phone before any other toxin could enter you mind and pressed play.
LIN: [F/Name]…Geez. It’s been rough…