Just finished listening to the full Hamilton soundtrack. Two orphans obsessed with legacy, and the last thing Eliza sings about? I’m so glad I don’t write fic, or I would be kissing bye-bye to all my free time for the next several months.
Interviewer: So, what do you think you can offer our company?
Me: All I have’s my honour, a tolerance for pain, a couple of college credits and my top-notch brain
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Phillip: Grandpa just lost his seat in the Senate
Eliza: Sometimes that’s how it goes
Phillip: Daddy’s gonna find out any minute
Hamilton: *distant screams from background*
Hamilton: *sounds of various things breaking*
Hamilton: *more screaming and a beat slowly emerging*
Eliza: …I’m sure he already knows
