A/N: Guys oh my god I met Andrew Chappelle on Monday, and he taught me and a bunch of other people part of the dance from My Shot bc there was this Hamilton workshop and AND and his autograph is on my phone and we took pictures w/ him AND I HAVE NEVER EVER BEEN MORE DEAD RIP RIP RIP

"How does a bastard, orphan, son of a whore..." The familiar lyrics of Hamilton filler your ears as you focused your camera on Lin, who was entering the stage. After your... experience earlier today, Hamilton didn't fill you with nearly as much excitement as it had before. Instead, you felt a sharp pain in your chest. Writing this, Lin probably showed it to Vanessa midway through songs... that should've been you. She probably told him how proud she was of him... that should've been you as well. Vanessa. Another pain made it's way into your chest. (Guys for a hot moment there, I wrote painful pain, why am I like this) Suddenly you remember every single road trip the two of you had ever taken, every sleepover you had ever had, everyone you had nearly died laughing in class, and every time she had made fun of you and Lin being all lovey dovey.

You shook yourself back into reality. None of that mattered. That wasn't your life. Not anymore, anyway. This was. So you just had to deal with it.

*Time skip cause I'm a lazy ass"

You focused your attention on uploading your footage to your computer as the car started. You pretended to act excited as Tatum droned on and on about how in love with Andrew Chappelle she was, and as Jacqueline went on and on about how, apparently, Hamilton was her new favorite thing, and that she wanted to marry Jonathan Groff. You didn't bother to remind the two of them that both of the people they were obsessing over were extremely gay. Kacey blushed furiously as she typed Pippa's number into her contacts, Ellie swooned as she typed Anthony's number into hers. (Ye, IK he's dating Jazzy and I ship them to death but foodismood begged me so) Victoria and Sophia interrogated each other over their favorite songs. The entire cast had already put all their number into your phone. They claimed that since you had photographed Hamilton, you were now part of the family. The old you, who had existed a few hours ago, would have been estastic, but all you could think about was the life you didn't have.

A/N: that was kinda super short, and I have literally no excuse. Sorry for the late update, I'm skiing so I don't have much time but tysm for reading ily all💖 In other news, I just published the first chapter to my new book, which is called Washington on your side. It sounds like a Washington lover story, but It isn't, it's just washingdad. The main character is Alexanders non-existent little sister Lexi (I'm so creative) and y'all should read it. #shameless self promotion