I know a lot of you know this already, and basically the whole book community is in love with Hamilton and I really cannot blame them. It is safe to say that Hamilton really has impacted my life like nothing else had. IT IS SAFE TO SAY! That Hamilton has impacted me the same way that Percy Jackson had. And thats saying a lot. I was a little late to the whole Hamilton ordeal. I started listening to it in January of this year…and to this day I can’t go a single day without listening to the entire album at least once.
I will never be satisfied.
I cried a lot throughout my first listen of the album and now… Lin Manuel Miranda, Philipa Soo, and Leslie Odom Jr. has left the show. Today I was listening to the album. The usual. And out of nowhere I started bawling. I bawled for hours on end. I bawled for the death of America’s First treasurer. I bawled for the inspiration that is Lin Manuel Miranda. I bawled for these amazing people who have inspired me every time I started to hear the words “How does a bastard…”
Teach me how to say goodbye.
And it hurts. It hurts emotionally. It hurts when I realize that they aren’t going to be a part of the production. It hurts every time I start to hear Who Lives, Who Dies, Who Tells Your Story. It hurts when my friends say they will never listen to it because of the hype. But seeing that past that, there is so much more to come for Hamilton and the cast itself and I can’t wait for them to take their shot.
I guess I needed to write these stuff down in honor of Lin Manuel Miranda’s last show tonight. I feel helpless knowing that I won’t see him if for some miracle in fifty years I’ll be able to get tickets. I guess this Story of Tonight really has me Raising a Glass to the production that is Hamilton.
History really has it eyes on you.