"Hey Baby, I just- I just want to first say sorry. I'm sorry for being a horrid, inadequate mother. I'm sorry for breaking away when Logan, Layton, Lucas, and your father died. Honestly, I've thought about doing this a lot and-" the rest was inaudible due to her cries. Oh God this hurt so bad to watch. Tears of my own threatened to fall but I just bit my lip.

"I just wanted to say this; I love you. I love you with all my heart and I want so much better for you, more than I can give you. I don't know where you have been staying or where you will be staying, but I've been so proud of you the last three years. You past all the tests to Hunter without my help and you dragged me to registration with so much determination in your eyes. I know you've been obsessed with that musical, Hamilton. I went through your search history, I may be a terrible mother, but I'm still your mother.I have also seen your music videos on Youtube. Lark, you're such a talented girl. I-I wanted to sing you this, I'm not good, but...for you...

Dear Baby Lark, how to say to you?

Sometime last night, your brothers breathed your name

And like a flame that flickers out too soon, they died, they're gone."

She broke off crying, thinking of all the times death had taken our loved ones in his clutch.

"They dedicated every day to you

They changed my life, they made my life worthwhile.

And when you smile, I know a part of them lives on.

I know that you can go on.

You have come of age with our young nation

We bleed and fought for you,

I wish there's more to do.

But I know you will build a strong foundation

And I'll be here for you.

The way is clear for you to blow us all away.

Someday. Someday.

Yeah, you'll blow us all away.

Someday. Someday."

I was full out bawling with Mom. Mom hated to sing, she couldn't read music. She even rewrote parts to Dear Theodosia (Reprise).

"One last thing, Lark. Do you know how I got your name? When you were born you were so tiny and you were breathing so fast. Your little chest reminded me of a little bird trying to learn how to fly. I named you after my favorite songbird because I know the sonnet of your life will be the most beautiful song to ever exist, I love you Lark."

The video ended and I sat in silence as tears poured down my cheek. And for the second time, I cried over my mother's death.

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I wasted most of my time crying on the floor, but tears faded away and I still had to meet Lin at the theatre. I moved my stuff to the door so we could pick it up later. With a heavy heart, I locked the apartment and headed down to the Richard Rodgers.

It was cold for a summer day, but it was still May so it was acceptable. As the theatre came into view, I took out my phone and sent a text out to Lin:

Lark Evans: Do I just come in? There are a couple fans around and I don't want to give them the wrong idea.

He responded a couple minutes later:

Old Man Miranda: Don't worry. I'll be down there in a bit.

Lark Evans: Ok

I pocketed my phone and waited for Lin to come get me. The two fans were staring at me.

"Are you that girl?" the blonde one asked.

"What girl?' I asked. She had to be clearer.

"You know, the one that- ahh!" She cut herself off to scream over the fact that Lin had opened the door.

"Hello, hello, hello," Lin greeted. He gestured for me to go inside as he went to go do pictures and whatever the two fans wanted. I obeyed and happily went inside the theatre. Like always, I said hi to Jimmy the door guy.

"Just in time, Lark, lunch just arrived a little bit ago," Jimmy said.

"Thanks Jimmy," I replied and wait for Lin to come back inside. Two minutes later, Lin came back inside. I stood up, "Food?"

"Comida!"

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After we ate, Lin took me down the airport to get my ticket and book it. We walked into the hectic airport and waited in line at the desk.

"You know you could've just picked it up tomorrow, right?" Lin asked looking at the two people in front of us. I didn't know that. In fact, this is my first flight, but I didn't want to tell him that.

"I just want to be sure everything goes smoothly," I reply.

"Okay," Lin said dragging the "O".

"So you're doing both shows today? I heard you had Javi do Sundays and matinees," I asked the actor as we stepped closer in line.

"Yeah, I made a deal with Tommy," he said casually.

"Over what?" I asked. Was this about the surprise he was talking about last night?

Lin mimed zipping his mouth close. Really? He's thirty six and acts like six year old.

"Next."

Our attention went to the lady at the counter.

"Hi, I want to pick up my ticket and book it, please." I told the lady.

She nodded and smiled (fakely), "Okay, names?"

"Oh, it's just-"

"Lark Evans and Lin-Manuel Miranda," Lin cut in. What! I looked up at him with wide eyes. Was this a joke, but it was Lin, so maybe? He grinned at me, but turned serious as the lady gave him the two tickets. Was she in on this too? What the hell. Lin grabbed my hand and dragged me out of the airport. It wasn't until we got to the car that I spoke.

"Okay, you got me, Lin. Very nice prank," I applauded.

Lin looked at me incredulously, "You still think this is a joke?"

"Isn't it?" I asked.

"Check out the tickets, Alondra," he handed me the tickets while looking at the road. Sure enough, they seemed legit. But one part caught my eye.

"Lin, why do both of these say first class?" I asked tensely. He didn't.

"You're going to a funeral, Alondra, treat yourself," Lin said simply. Oh my god! I jolted over and gave him a hug.

"Careful! I'm driving Alondra," Lin exclaimed. I quickly coiled away.

"Sorry! Sorry," I responded quickly.

Lin laughed a little, "It's chill. You can hug me, Alondra, just warn me and preferably when I'm not driving."

"What does 'Alondra' mean anyway? I know it's Spanish, but I'm not fluent," I babble, embarrassed at my lack of knowledge.

"It's okay, you'll learn. Alondra means lark." Lin explained. I nodded. Although it still meant my name, I thought it was sweet. We turned into the parking garage and parked in the reserved section for the workers. We got out of the car and walked to the stagedoor. Lin stopped to sign a few items but didn't stay long. And we went inside so Lin could do a show.

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"I'm so tired," Carleigh collapsed on the couch. The other swing girls came into their dressing room.

"I second that," Arianna curled up on the floor. The poor girls still had another show to do.

"Why don't you guys take a nap? I'll pick up coffee if you need it," I offered.

"Nap, yes. I'll have some cafecito later," Arianna said tiredly.

"What's cafecito?"

"It's like liquid cocaine," Elizabeth joked, I think.

"Will get you some later, but for now, I'm taking a nap," Carleigh stated. I took that as my cue to leave and headed downstairs to see Lin. I pushed open the door and looked around. Rory was on his phone and Lin was passed out on the couch. Rory looked up at me, then at Lin, and then back at me.

"He usually does that, shows take a lot of you," Rory said softly.

"I know, it's like that on the techie end, too," I commented.

"Didn't know that," Rory said. I sat down in Lin's chair and pulled out my phone. I pulled out my earbuds and went onto Spotify. I pulled up Ron Chernon's Alexander Hamilton book and continued reading.

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Slow chapter at the end, but whatever. Happy Hamilversary! I hoped you liked it. Thanks for reading!

Ever yours, hlwing