So, you bought "Hamilton" tickets. Went balls out on this one, huh? Constantly listening to the cast album now? Well, so did I and here's the emotional roller coaster that is "Hamilton" and all that comes with it. I present to you, ladies and gentlemen of the theater world: the shortcomings of being a theater rat and all that follows (nice "Shuffle Along" nod right?).

So last Monday, I sucked it up, pulled out my clearly worn-out school debit card and typed in 16 digits of death. Shortly after, I jumped around for joy that I, a newly 20-year-old, just made her first adult big purchase to see "Hamilton: The American Musical." Then, shortly after realization set in and I looked at my tears of joy stained face, I questioned, "What the hell have I done?" (Sorry mom).

Now, the question in this context might seem like I regret it and I sooooo don't, I just can't believe I did it. The faces I've matched with the voices I have listened to over a million times I will finally get to see live in front of me, finally getting to be "in the room where it happens.".

Now we go through, stalking emails for a tracking number to track the journey it takes for those beautiful tickets to get home, where they belong. Start planning out outfits and where you're going to eat and what pictures you're going to take. Should I stage door, should I not?

Things like buying any concert ticket or Broadway ticket aren't easy, but you know it's a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to even get to experience such a masterpiece. Lin-Manuel Miranda has created a masterpiece for little brown people all over the place to get into and appreciate, and I can't believe I get to "be where the people are."

In the end, you've bought Hamilton tickets. Apologize for nothing. Those tickets are hard to find so might as well 'tell the King Casse toi' 'cause you the best at this point.

#YAYHAMLET