Father–
Promise me.
You don't want this young man's blood on your conscience.

Okay I promise.
Come back home when you’re done.
Take my guns. Be smart. Make me proud son.

My name is Philip.
I am a poet.
I'm a little nervous but I can't show it.

I’m sorry, I’m a Hamilton with pride
You talk about my father, I cannot let it slide
Mister Eacker! How was the rest of your show?

I’d rather skip the pleasentries let’s go.
Grab you pistol.
Confer with your men.
the duel will commence after we count to ten.

count to ten!

Look him in the eye, aim no higher.
Summon all the courage you require.

Then slowly and clearly aim your gun towards the sky—

1 2 3 4 5 6 7–

(Stay Alive Reprise? )

(That would make sense, but I was thinking The Room Where It Happens, cuz it’s my fav song. Maybe the reprise then that?)

(I love The room where it happens! Let’s do that)

(Now?)

(Sure)

(Alrighty then)

B: Ah, Mister secretary.

A: Mr. Burr, sir.

B: Did ya hear the news about gold ol’ General Mercer?

A: No

B: You know Clermont street?

A: Yeah.

B: They renamed it after him, the Mercer legacy is secure .

A: Sure.

B: And all he had to do was die…

A: Now that’s a lot less work.

B: We oughta give it a try

A: Ha!

B: Now how you gonna get your debt plan through?

A: Guess I’m gonna finally have to listen to you.
(I think I Got to Go Bye!)

(Haha, I was about to go take a shower, bye!
B: Really?

A: Talk less, Smile more…
(I lied I have time for one more post.)