coffee date

She rushed quickly into the small changing room. Her feet tapped quickly as she pulled the blue costume from the rack along with the frumpy grey clothes. Her hands went to her hair as she yanked at it softly before she removed her clothes. Her short blue skirt went over her thighs and her shirt tucked inside the waistband.

A soft knock was heard around the empty room, her head turned to the noise as she let out a loud sigh. Her feet walked to the door as she yanked it open being met with a familiar face. Her co-star Jessica was standing in front of her, fully dressed and ready to impress. Jessica’s eyes moved up and down her friends appearance.

“You look like hell,” was the first words from her mouth along with a laugh. Y/N let out a small giggle and nodded in agreement.

“You’re right.” Y/N agreed before moving to let Jessica in.

“You know we’re about to go on stage right?” Jessica asked while shutting the door behind her, Y/N nodded and let out a huff of air and sat down to put on her knee high socks and the shoes. “I know,” she mumbled before walking to get the long grey skirt. She put it over her waist and grabbed a cardigan and scarf, putting both on. A voice spoke over the intercom while a loud groan left her lips once again.

“I’m seriously going to die,” Y/N laughed softly and rushed her hands through her hair before grabbing a small brush and teasing it. She applied a chapstick and some concealer before the voice came over the intercom again.

“Five minutes for places,”

Y/N and Jessica looked at each other before leaving. Y/N grabbed the empty diary and the pen before walking out.

“Y/N!” Elle screeched when she saw Y/N, her hands wrapping around her neck as Y/N’s wrapped around her waist to embrace her in a long tight hug.

“I’m so glad youre here! Everyone thought we would be canceling the show and God knows nobody wants to cancel this show.” Elle rambled, a confused expression filled Y/N’s face.

“Why?” she asked in a hushed tone. The filling of not knowing eating away at her even though she learned about this only seconds ago.

“Lin-Manuel Miranda is here,” Ryan’s voice spoke up.

Her face paled and a overwhelming feeling of nausea hit her. The man she had been crushing on for what felt like ever was now in the same theater as her. He didn’t know who she was but she had always had a crush on the man.

“What’s wrong, Y/N? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” Elle said and put her hand to her friend’s forehead before Y/N pushed it away. “Nothing, it’s just hot under all these clothes,” she excused.

Y/N straddled Ryan as she pretended to ride him. Ryan looked to the side as his hands held her hips.

“Ow.” he spoke up before she turned his head to looked back at her.

“Yeah,” they both sang together before the lights went down.

One hour later the cast stood in a line, all of their hands were interlocked as they bowed.

Once.

Twice.

Three times before she noticed Lin.

His hair was down and he had a goatee, probably for Hamilton or something.

She watched as everyone piled out before Jessica, Elle, and Alice pulled her to the dressing rooms. They shut the door once they were in the small room before looking at one another.

“Lin was totally checking you out.” Jessica smiled, a small laugh escaped Y/N’s lips. “No, he wasn’t.” she denied and walked to the rack of clothes, setting the before outfit on top before sstripping of the after outfit.

The girls all raised a eyebrow as she lifted a sweater over her head and put on a pair of joggers along with tennis shoes.

“That’s no way to dress for your love,” Alice teased. With a small eyeroll and a wave of the hand Y/N’s friends left. She sat alone in the small room and tied up her hair and wiped off the rest of her makeup.

For the second time that night she was interrupted by the sound of a knock on the door, she lifted herself up and opened the door being met with the director and the man you wish you knew, Lin.

He smiled at her and then at the director as they spoke.

“Lin wanted to come and speak to you,” they pointed out with a smile. Y/N’s head shook and she opened the door and stepped out of the way. Lin’s head turned left then right before focusing all of his attention on you.

“Uh, sorry for the mess,” she whispered and shut the door once the director waved at them.

“I do not get visitors after the show.” she finished a small smile playing at her lips. Lin let out a low chuckle, setting a cage full of butterflies loose.

“It’s okay, I understand.” He smiled and gestured to the couch as if he was asking if he could sit on the dusty old thing. Y/N nodded and watched as he made himself comfortable on the cushion.

“So, what can I help you with Mr. Miranda?” she asked as she sat in the chair that was at her vanity, going back to removing the makeup she had worn that day. Lin sighed and shoved his hands in his pockets leaving them both in a silence before he spoke up. Even when he did speak he couldn’t find the words he was looking for.

His heart fluttered when her neck turned so she could look at him. Her eyes taking in his frame.

He was in her room. He. Was. In. Her. Room.

“I wanted to tell you that you did really good.” Lin smiled as he spoke up after the moments of silence. “Really?” Her voice and eyes held disbelief as Lin nodded.

“Thanks,” she whispered with a smile on her face, Lin hesitated as another silence fell over then like a ton of bricks before he drew up the confidence to say what he wanted.

“Do you want to go to lunch someday?” he asked in a rushed sense, Y/N was taken aback and didn’t answer until a smile grew.

“Yes.” she said quickly. Lin smiled at her before lifting himself up.

“Coffee date tomorrow?” he asked as she nodded once more before he opened the door and left.

She smiled and grabbed the phone that was in her pocket before texting her friends.

To: Heathers

Lin just asked me on a coffee date((::

Burr: Talk less
Hamilton: Talk less? ❌🙄👏 All I do is talk 👊🏼💯🔥 I work non-stop 😆🙌 My nation first 🇺🇸💯❗️All in the name of God ❤️🙏🏻🙏🏾

We are living in a world where children will grow up wanting to read a 800 page biography on an immigrant who founded the financial system for America and a 1200 page Russian novel that is the center of world literature. Do not tell me hip-hop and pop music is unimportant or a waste. And especially do not tell me they ruin the culture of music theater, or culture in general.

  • psychic: *reads my mind*
  • me: tendollarfoundingfatherwithoutafathergotalotfartherbyworkingalotharderbybeingalotsmarterbybeingaselfstarterbyforteentheyplacedhiminchargeofthechangingchartersandeverydaywhileslaveswerebeing-DUN DUN dUN ALEXANDER,IHAVETOLEAVE ALEXANDER HE WILL NEVER BE SATISFIED
  • psychic: what the fuck
  • Me: *takes a deep breath* I lo-
  • Anyone who's been around me for at least 5 seconds: You love Lin-Manuel Miranda, we know. You Love Lin-Manuel Miranda so much, we know. You just love Lin-Manuel Miranda, he's the light of your eyes, we know. You love Lin-Manuel Miranda as a proud mother, you are proud of him he is a genius and almost a MacPEGOT, you are so proud of your Cinnamon roll, you are so proud and you love him so much. We fucking know. YOU LOVE LIN-MANUEL MIRANDA. WE KNOW.