Who lives, who dies who tells your story. And, now I'm awake and the soundtrack is repeating again. I check the time on my phone, and its already nine a.m. I can't believe I slept this late! Across the street, the park is quiet. Not yet touched by people. It's a Saturday, so no one should question why an eleven year old girl who clearly knows nothing about New York other than when and where Broadway shows are, or why she's meandering around New York alone.

     Look around, look around, at how lucky we are to be alive right now! 'Yeah, right.' As always, Hamilton is on shuffle, so this just had to come on. But I can't believe my luck! A guy on the subway was trying to give out one last V.I.P ticket to Hamilton, and I got it! Though the show will remind me of the night that I knew that this was what was to become of me...