For you, the impromptu little concerts were always your favorite to perform in. While the thrill of singing to a gigantic, sold out crowd was irreplaceable, there was just something special about an intimate little venue.
You always made this well aware to your publicist, and she did her best to squeeze in these little performances whenever she could. That’s how you found yourself at Joe’s Pub at the Public.
Halfway through your set, to a crowded bar of no more than one hundred people, you took a seat on the provided stool.
“It’s very hard to be here in the room where it happens-” This was met with a thunderous applause.
The Public Theater, in its natural state, was known as the birthplace of Hamilton. You were made painfully aware of this when this venue was booked. Being a heavily closeted Hamilton fan, you were certainly tempted to just recreate the damn show and make everyone watch.
“It’s hard to be in the room where it happens without taking on the beast that is Hamilton: An American Musical.”
Any phones that weren’t out before certainly came out then. All ready to record and capture the moment as it was taking place. You took a deep breath, realizing just who might see this the second you’re off stage.
You limited yourself to a few songs - namely The Room Where It Happens, Satisfied, and Dear Theodosia. As you took your final bows and made your way backstage, a phone was immediately shoved into your hand.
“Yes, Laura?” You chuckled, knowing it was your publicist without having to check the caller ID.
“Mr. Miranda has extended an invitation for you to attend his show at your earliest possible convenience.”
You stopped dead in your tracks. Holy shit. News travelled fast.
“Looking at your schedule, I could push a couple things around if you’d like to see it tomorrow night. You’d have to miss-” She droned on for a bit, all of her information falling on deaf ears.
He wanted you to see his show.
“Y/N?” A call of your name broke you from your trance.
“Make it happen.” You said simply, handing the phone off to the person who gave it to you.
“Out of my way!” Jonathan cried, weaving through the narrow halls of the Richard Rodgers theater. God, he hoped Lin hadn’t left yet.
He was halfway out the door when his phone insistently started buzzing. One of his dear friends happened to score tickets to Y/N’s show - something he had to miss because he was performing that night. That friend had been texting him all throughout it, boasting and altogether showing off.
Jonathan had elected to ignore it, but this particular stream of texts caught his eye.- one word, specifically. Hamilton.
He hastily opened the video, an upbeat Y/N tearing Satisfied to shreds. He pivoted, sprinting back into the theater.
“Lin!” He cried, seeing his dressing room door at the end of the hallway. The door swung open just as he approached, a tired Lin with his backpack slung over his shoulder greeted him.
“What do I owe the plea-” He was immediately cut off with a phone being shoved in his face.
“I’m a girl in a world in which my only job is to marry rich. My father has no son so I’m the one who has to social climb for one.”
Lin shut down, eyes transfixed on the tiny screen in front of him.
“She-She knows who I am?” He chanced a look at Groff, who nodded in return, “What do I do?”
“Invite her to the show and maybe all your creepy dreams will come true?”
Lin did just that. Within minutes, he had the e-mail of her publicist, and was frantically typing away at an e-mail he hoped would be charming and witty and not at all creepy.
It was another fifteen minutes of tense silence, refreshing his email every few second before he received a reply.
Y/N has received the invitation with excitement and has opened up her schedule to attend tomorrow night’s performance.
Lin was nearly on the floor with this announcement. For the first time in awhile he felt the same excitement he did when he would perform in high school - nervous, unsure, scared shitless.
As he stood backstage for his first entrance, he became severely aware that you were out there. Two rows back, center of the house, taunting him.
He had never changed out of his costume so fast, practically tearing his costume in half on his way to his dressing room.
“Settle down, man. You’re the least chill person I have ever met!” Daveed called as Lin passed. He was met with a tense glare, which he jokingly recoiled at. “Alright, I’ll just go out there and butter her up. We both know all the ladies-”
Lin’s door slammed, cutting Daveed off with a bang.
He hesitated to go out, until it was nearly thirty minutes after he had retreated backstage. He had been a fan for a long time, he had admired you for as long as he could remember. He could go out there and completely make a fool of himself.
He’d have to move away, create a new name and identity for himself. He’d never be able to show his face in public again.
He shook the thought away as he finally tiptoed his way back to the stage, lingering stage left as he peeked out to see who was left.
He watched you happily chatting away with Jonathan,laughing at something he showed you on his phone.
Stupid Jonathan and his stupid ability to be charming with literally anyone he came into contact with.
Lin took a cautious step forward, immediately gaining your attention. He stood sheepishly under the dimmed stage lights, still keeping his distance.
“Hi.” He waved, before stuffing his hands into his pockets to keep them from doing anything weird. He watched you for a moment as you said nothing back to his uncomfortable greeting. Jonathan looked back and forth between the two of you, a smirk growing on his face.
“I’m in love with you.” You blurted out before you could stop yourself.
Lin’s head tilted and Jonathan burst into laughter as what you said dawned on you.
“I mean- I love your work, not that I don’t admire you! You seem like a really great guy! But how could I know that I just met you?” You nervously chuckled, kicking yourself for not bringing your publicist with you - who specialized in getting you out of these types of situations.
“If it’s any consolation-” Lin finally stepped forward, now only a couple of feet away from you, “-I’m totally in love with you, too.”
Jonathan took this as his queue to exit, happily skipping away - no doubt ready to tell anyone he came into contact with about this encounter.
“Cool.” You grinned, at ease that he was just as easy going as you could have wished.
“Cool.” He confirmed, an easy smile gracing his lips as more of the cast piled on stage, each greeting you in kind.
None of them held a candle to Lin’s greeting, though.
You can’t say I don’t put myself out there! #skivvies #lenahall #tattoogirl #naughtygirl #believer #imaginedragons #lengerie #sexylengerie #redlengerie @imaginedragons @theskivviesnyc (at Joe’s Pub at The Public)
For those who weren’t able to join us last night at The Sondheimas Mixtape, here’s the line-up of what you missed. Videos coming.
And for those of you who were able to join us - and especially to those of you who were in the show, in the band, or helping out behind the scenes - thank you so much for a wonderful experience from start to finish.
(And because their names didn’t make it onto the program, a special shout out to our incredible arrangers, Kurt Crowley (Manhattan/Move On), Sarah Ellis (SondTime), Steven Cuevas (Into the Fun Home), and James Ballard (No One Is Alone). (Plus Matt Corriel who performed his own arrangement and Michael Jackson who performed his own lyrics.) (And as always, Andrei Strizek who was responsible for anything not otherwise credited.)
4. What are you looking forward to?
At this exact moment in time: Sondheimas at Joe’s Pub.
16. have you ever wanted to tell someone something but you didn’t?
To the one gay friend I had in high school who I outted in a fit of petty jealousy when it turned out we were both trying to snag the same guy online (who happened to love 100 miles away): I’m sorry.
31. 3 random facts
1. All my favorite colognes I originally smelled on men I was not dating; I have never dated a man who wears cologne. Draw your own conclusions.
2. I never ate pumpkin pie until I was in college because I assumed I would hate it. How wrong I was.
3. First person I ever came out to + first online crush = a guy also named Tyler. We met online when I was 15; we finally met in person two years ago
53. 5 things that make me happy
1. My husband
2. My dog
3. Warm weather and clear skies
4. A good ol showtune singalong in the car
5. Baking 59. why i joined tumblr
Sleep No More spoilers and porn and @fuckyeahstephensondheim.