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Lin-Manuel Miranda’s dressing room is literally a bedroom, albeit a very small one. The kinetic 28-year-old star and composer of In the Heights, the new pan-Latino pop opera that celebrates the Inwood-Washington Heights neighborhood Mr. Miranda grew up in, has outfitted his room at stage right like an 8-year-old boy’s, with items that speak to his own affinities, not his characters’. There are Transformers sheets for the bunk bed that’s above his dressing table, a television set and PlayStation 2, and a G.I. Joe Cobra Commander poster on the door. The stuffed monkey next to his pillow isn’t a transitional object, he said. It’s a prize from a claw machine in Times Square. “I’m only good at two things,” Mr. Miranda said, “writing music and the claw. And I’m unbelievably good at the claw.” He proffered his guest book, which has been signed by his parents, his grammar school music teacher and his director, Thomas Kail, who wrote, “You are all hype.”

Besides the bunk bed, the other notable feature of this closetlike room is its grass cloth walls, put there, as the bed was, for Joel Grey when he played Amos Hart in Chicago in 1996.

[Sources: Setting the Stage, Offstage on The New York Times; pic by Tony Cenicola, HQ version from LinMiranda.com]

Do I Wanna Know? (Playing From Another Room)
Arctic Monkeys
Do I Wanna Know? (Playing From Another Room)

Do I Wanna Know? || (Playing From Another Room)

Now you too can feel like Alex Band Guy. 

Listen to this audio and imagine yourself at a pub with your mates. This song, your song, written by you, plays on a loop from the time you walk through the door. Why? Because meta. You excuse yourself to the washroom and stare at your reflection until you work up the courage to get absolutely plastered. “You can do this.” You tell yourself and walk out before you have a chance to think rationally and run back home. You put on a brave face, and run back to your mates and proceed to knock back shot after shot of tequila. Now the real fun can begin.

tbh i could not imagine being joined at the soul to an ancient spirit that becomes aware of like everything i think and do. I can only picture it going like this:

spirit: please…,,,
my brain: taaaaaaake onnnnn meeeeeeee (take on me!) ta-
spirit: ….. please….. stop…….
my brain: -ke mE OONNNNNN!!!
spirit: it’s been three hours please
my brain: i’ll BE GOOONNNEEE!! in a day or TWOOOOOOOOOO
spirit: AHHHHHH

spirit: do you really need to eat FOUR zebra cakes?
me: YES FUCK OFF

spirit: wAIT WHERE ARE YOU GOING?!! DONT LEAVE ME ON YOUR DRESSER
me: Sorry, gold doesn’t go with the my outfit today