Through each loop I create on my Spotify playlist I hark my beckoning lust to the Schuyler sisters. This unrequited love which remains unfair by means of isolation is nothing but cruel and unfair, I think, sobbing the words to "Burn" on my bedroom floor without missing a beat. My spam folder has become a haven for Prizeo denials and Tobi discounts. The Pulizter made it clear that nothing this significant, especially within the theatre community, has graced your generation since the inspired Wicked. These things can happen when you're obsessed with a musical you've never seen before.
1. You watch everything with the words "Lin-Manuel Miranda" in the title.
"Lin-Manuel Miranda helps orphaned baby birds by spitting pre-chewed food into their beaks", and I'd watch it for an hour on repeat, probably.
2. You've suddenly become interested in our forefathers, and not to mention your newly acquitted history buff status.
3. You assume everyone else knows what Hamilton is and its enormous prestige.
And cannot be more shocked when some nobody has never heard of it.
4. You become passively enraged when a Facebook rando has seen the show and you haven't.
5. Spending an embarrassing amount of money trying to win tickets online.
(Also totally check out Prizeo.com and donate to Lin's Hamilton charity fund!)
































