Dear Lin-Manuel Miranda,
You don’t know me and at the rate you’re going, you probably never will. And that’s completely ok. You most likely won’t read this and that kind of ok because really this is mainly me ranting about how awesome you are and me giving you reasons to lower the prices of Hamilton tickets, because I would really like to see Hamilton at least once in my lifetime.
But let’s be real, those tickets are too damn expensive and I eat Ramen on a daily basis so we both know for sure I’ll never see Hamilton live.
But Lin, let me tell you something, in the last few years since Hamilton released I have introduced it to five of my younger siblings, my slightly annoyed mom and college roommate. When I struggle to write a five paged essay for my American Literature class, I plan 'Non-Stop' until I finish it.
On my seven hour drives from school to home and vice versa, I place 'Burn' on repeat to pass time and try to out sing Phillipa Soo because what the hell, that girl has some pipes. Sometimes my siblings and I, ok all the time, play 'Say No to This' so we can act out Maria Reynolds’ sultriness and then laugh as our voices continually get deeper as we get into character. My roommate and I text each other 'Aaron Burr' lyrics when we’re in class and supposed to be learning. And when the other doesn’t reply we get mad and them finish it by singling the song out loud to one another.
You don’t know how proud I was when I memorized the lyrics to 'My Shot' and how I would boast myself to my sisters about how cool I was for doing that. You know that now, but not then.
To this day, every time I listen to 'Alexander Hamilton', it gets better. Every. Single. Time.
This music. These lyrics are absolute genius and please lower the prices so I can cry in happiness while I watch the lead actor yell out, “Gotta start a new nation, gotta meet my son!”
I adore you and I’d like to watch the show sometime before I die. Please and thank you.
- From an admirer