1776
New York City

Alexandra walked up to the tall woman with bushy black hair.

"Pardon me, are you Erin Burr, ma'am?" She asked politely. The woman turned to look at her.

"That depends, who's asking?" The woman said, arching an eyebrow.

"Oh well sure, ma'am," Alexandra said. "I'm Alexandra Hamilton, I'm at your service, ma'am. I have been looking for you."

"I'm getting nervous," Erin said.

"Ma'am, I heard your name at Princeton. I was seeking an accelerated course of study, when I got sort out of sorts with a buddy of yours. I may have punched her. It's a blur, ma'am. She handles the financials—"

"You punched the bursar?" Burr asked, slightly shocked.

"Yes, I wanted to do what you did," Alexandra said, pushing ahead.
"Graduate in two, then join the revolution. She looked at me like I was stupid, I'm not stupid. So how'd you do it? How'd you graduate so fast?" Alex asked.

"It was my parents' dying wish before they passed," Erin explained. The two had begun walking. Alexandra blanched.

"You're an orphan. Of course, I'm an orphan. God, I wish there was a war!
Then we could prove that we're worth more than anyone bargained for," she said, rambling a bit.

"Can I buy you a drink?" Burr asked, interrupting her.

"That would be nice," Alexandra admitted.

"While we're talking, let me offer you some free advice," Erin said. "Talk less."

"What?" Alexandra asked.

"Smile more," Erin advised. "Don't let them know what you're against, or what you're for."

"You can't be serious!" Alexandra said.

"You want to get ahead?" Erin asked.

"Yes," Alexandra said. The two stepped into a pub. Erin quickly ordered the two drinks.

"Fools who run their mouths off, wind up dead," Erin warned.

"Yo yo yo yo yo! What time is it?" Yelled a woman from the other side of the room.

"Showtime!" Two other women shouted.

"Like I said..." Erin said, rolling her eyes.

"Showtime! Showtime! Yo!
I'm Joan Laurens in the place to be!
Uh, two pints o' Sam Adams, but I'm working on three, uh! Those redcoats don't want it with me cause I will pop chick-a-pop these cops 'til I'm free!" The first woman was shouting. She had tan skin and a smattering of freckles all across her face and hands. She had bushy brown hair tied back in a huge bushel behind her head.

"Ah oui oui, mon ami, je m'appelle Lafayette! The Lancelot of the revolutionary set! I came from afar just to say "Bonsoir!" Tell the queen, "Casse-toi!" Who's the best? C'est moi!" One of the others shouted. She had dark brown skin and curly black hair also tied back.

"Brrrah, brraaah! I am Helena Mulligan! Up in it, lovin' it,
Yes I heard your mother say "come again?"" The third women shouted. She had skin even darker than Lafayette's and had hair covered in a cap.

"Lock up your sons, and horses, of course, it's hard to have intercourse over four sets of corsets," She continued.

"Wow," Lafayette said, looking a little dazed, a smile sliding up her face.

"No more sex!" Laurens shouted. "Pour me another brew, son! Let's raise a couple more!"

"To the revolution!" All three cried, clinking cups.

"Well, if it ain't the prodigy of Princeton College!" Laurens said, noticing Alexandra and Erin.

"Erin Burr," Mulligan said smugly.

"Give us a verse, drop some knowledge," Laurens taunted.

"Good luck with that. You're takin' a stand. You spit, I'mma sit. We'll see where we land," Erin snapped, rolling her eyes. Lafayette and Mulligan booed her and then grinned at each other.

"Burr, the revolution's imminent
What do you stall for?" Laurens asked. Alexandra couldn't help jumping into the conversation.

"If you stand for nothing, Burr, what'll you fall for?" She asked.

"Who are you?" Laurens asked.

"Who is this kid? What's she gonna do?" Lafayette asked. Alexandra smiled wickedly as Erin groaned behind her.

-

Brenna walked into the room and found a table surrounded by chairs. A radio say near the chair at the head of the table. Scripts sat in front of each chair.

Brenna walked around the table, catching a few names on the paper name plates set at each place.

"Daveed Diggs - Anthony Schuyler"

"Anthony Ramos - Margin "Peggy" Schuyler/Martin Reynolds"

"Lillian Heller - Joan Laurens/Phillipa "Phillie" Hamilton"

"Kendra Troller - Erin Burr"

Brenna found her place near the head of the table, which read,

"Lin-Manuel Miranda - Writer/Producer"

Brenna sat at her place, just as a girl with bushy brown hair stepped in. She smiled.

"I'm Jasmine Jones," she said. "I'm an ensemble member."

"Brenna Preston," Brenna said. "I'm Hamilton." Jasmine nodded.

"Nice to meet you."

The two both began flipping through the scripts.

"Oh, sorry ladies! I didn't realize what time it was!"

They both looked up and saw a man with shoulder length brown hair bustle in.

"I'm Lin, the writer and producer. Welcome!" He said. "I'm sure everyone will be here shortly."

Everyone filed in on their own time. Brenna was between Lin and a girl named Paula, who was cast as Lafayette/Jefferson.

As they began the read-through, Brenna was struck by how many words she was going to have learn. Whenever a song came up(which was often), Lin would play a prerecorded instrumental version of each piece. People would attempt to sing or rap their parts. The man playing Elijah Schuyler, Jonathan Groff, kept jokingly making comments to Paula and Brenna.

By the end of the read-through, Brenna was even more thrilled than she had been before. Paula was all smiles and dimples and Brenna had already decided she liked this girl. If the brunette was being honest with herself, Paula was attractive. Even straight people would have said so.

As Brenna drove home, the script in her lap, she kept thinking of Founding Mothers and a girl with a puffball of black hair.