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Grace Brown might just have been the most ordinary girl in the world. She lived in London, like millions of others, attended a public school, like most British teenagers, but most importantly, she was one of many Hamilton obsessed fans. Grace built her whole life around listening to the music, attending shows, and following all the original cast on social media, it was her whole life.
Naturally, on a raining Sunday afternoon, because of course it was raining in Britian for the hundredth time that week, Grace had her laptop open and was studying for her exams, whilst having Hamilton on in the background. She was singing along absently, completely absorbed in her History work, which was honestly useless because she wasn’t even taking it for A-level. No one in her life wanted to hear that though.
If Grace could have had one wish, it would have been to see Hamilton’s original cast perform, and then meet Lin Manuel Miranda and tell him how amazing his work is. She could have listened to his music for hours, and God did she. She and her neighbour - and best friend – Isabella, shared a Spotify account, and between them, Lin Manuel Miranda made it to every spot in their top 25 songs.
And so, on this boring and predictable Sunday, Grace could have been given a million guesses and never guessed how the day ended up going.
Grace’s parents were out for the day, somewhere romantic she supposed, and it was nearing 4 o’clock, which in her opinion, was snack central for the day. She turned the TV volume up, where Burr was currently shit-talking Hamilton, again, and moved to the kitchen to grab some crisps.
As she opened the packet, she almost fell flat on her arse as a deafening crack sliced through the air, and blinding light filled her vision.
If Grace hadn’t have got 12 hours of sleep the night before, she might have thought aliens were coming to attack, but instead, in her living room, groaning and mumbling to themselves, were thirteen thoroughly confused men and women.