Surprisingly, after the slight outburst of everyone, the next question was: "what is a musical?" It was exceptionally surprising seeing as that question came from the traumatized boy that was shaking.

"Right," Kahina blew out softly, "I forgot to mention this to you. A musical is a type of performance that is primarily performed through song. Musicals seemed to start to pop up sometime around the 1890s. Does that answer your question?"

"Yeah, sure," Jefferson finally spoke up, "why does Hamilton get to be the star of the show?"

"You'll just have to find out. Anyway, the musical was created by one Lin-Manuel Miranda. The show is called Hamilton: An American Musical, premiering in the year 2015. The year you are all currently in is, sadly, 2020."

"Why do you say it like that?" Philip asked, looking worried.

"It's just been a bad year, forgive me."

"Before we begin, I need to address something. We have three Alexanders and two Aarons. I can't keep calling you all by those names. However, I have a solution. The younger Aaron will be called such, meanwhile the other will be referred to simply as Burr. As for the Alexanders… The baby of the three-"

"I'm not a baby!" A soft voice cried out in protest.

"-He will be called Alex-"

"Fine," the boy huffed.

"The one currently fighting will be called Alexander."

"Okay?" Alexander was still somewhat in a state of shock.

"Finally, the eldest, will be called Hamilton."

"Yes ma'am."

"Alright! Uh, any other questions before we begin?"

"What is that?" Madison asked, pointing towards the white fabric in front of them

"As much as I have the ability to take people out of time, I can't force them to do my biddin," she looked down sadly, "meaning I can't force the cast to come and perform for you. Luckily, I have a recording of it anyway."

Some looked confused, others just shrugged.

"Anyway, 'that' is a screen to show things. The images will be projected onto it. Sound accompanies it, so please do not be too alarmed by it."

"I have to ask," Laurens couldn't help himself, smiling slightly at the appearance of the woman, "are you free?"

Kahina smiled softly. "I feel the compelled to answer that, you deserve an answer. Yes, I am."

Several gasps ringed out in the space. Some were smiling brightly.

"My people were 'officially' freed in the United States in 1863. However, the truth is that not everyone was free until two years later. I will say, people in this country are still fighting for their rights, but it's hopefully going to get better."

John's eyes were bright with that, however sad that he knows that it won't happen in his lifetime.

"Shall we begin?"

Several heads nodded.

"Alright, let the show begin."

Kahina plopped down behind everyone. The seating order was the following: Burr, Hamilton, Philip, Eliza, Peggy, Angelica, Mulligan, Laurens, Alexander, Lafayette, Aaron, Madison, Jefferson, Washington, and finally Alex. She pointed towards the screen and suddenly it started to brighten slowly.

A black man entered the state, then music started.


How does a bastard, orphan, son of a whore and a Scotsman,

"Who is that and how do I fight him?" Alexander asked, but glares were shot his way, but before he could continue, the song continued.

dropped in the middle of a forgotten spot in the Caribbean by providence

Impoverished, in squalor

Grow up to be a hero and a scholar?

"What?" Alex was shocked. "How can I be anything more than what I am now?"

Shocked looked were shot towards the boy's direction.


The ten-dollar founding father without a father

"'Ten-dollar?' Founding father?" Washington asked Kahina.

"Yes," she stated staring back at the future president, "'ten-dollar.' He's on our currency, just like you sir. To answer your second question, I'm not. Just you wait."

Confusion swept the room once more.

Got a lot farther by working a lot harder

By being a lot smarter

By being a self-starter

By fourteen, they placed him in charge of a trading charter

"No," Kahina interrupted, "you lied about your age and would have been no more than 10 if my math is correct."

"Fourteen is young," Philip stated, "but ten, pops?"

"I had to do what I needed to do. Besides, nobody really cared about my age. Just that I could do the job."

Pity gazes were thrown at the three.


And every day while slaves were being slaughtered and carted

Away across the waves, he struggled and kept his guard up

Inside, he was longing for something to be a part of

The brother was ready to beg, steal, borrow, or barter

"That's illegal," Jefferson felt the need to point out.

"I'm starving every day," Alex pointed out, "What would you do?"

That made several people note how thin and small this boy was. A glance towards Alexander and one could still see how thin he was. He looked like he was barely taking care of himself.


Then the hurricane came, and the devastation reigned

The three flinched. Hamilton was the least severe, it was a small flinch back. Alexander sucked in a breath as he flinched, which was slightly more severe than Hamilton. Finally, the youngest wimpered and curled into a ball.

Washington instinctively put a hand on his back, but was surprised when Alex violently pulled back, almost falling off his seat. The 'who can stare the longest at the boy' contest begun without any sounds.

Our man saw his future drip, dripping down the drain

Put a pencil to his temple, connected it to his brain

And he wrote his first refrain, a testament to his pain


Well, the word got around, they said, "This kid is insane, man"

"Well, it's true," Jefferson stated with a smirk.

Took up a collection just to send him to the mainland

"Why would anyone want to send me there?" the boy spoke out of fear.

"Get your education, don't forget from whence you came,

And the world is gonna know your name.

What's your name, man?"

"Alexander Hamilton," Alexander said at the same time as his on-screen self.


Alexander Hamilton

My name is Alexander Hamilton

And there's a million things I haven't done

But just you wait, just you wait...

"Yep," Hamilton sighed, "just you wait."


When he was ten his father split, full of it, debt-ridden

"Again, correction, Alex would have been six," Kahina informed the group.

Two years later, see Alex and his mother bed-ridden,

Half-dead sittin' in their own sick, the scent was thick

Alex and Alexander had tears forming in their eyes. Hamilton just bowed his head. Nobody noticed.


And Alex got better but his mother went quick

Audible gasps filled the room. Eliza stared at Hamilton, as he was the one closest in age to her. She knew his mother died, but not like this.


Moved in with a cousin,

"At least he has a cousin?" Peggy, ever the optimistic Peggy, said, although it was phrased a question.

the cousin committed suicide

All was silent for moment, Kahina let that occur. Finally Washington glanced at Alexander, not wanting to ask the traumatized child.

"When did this happen?" he asked softly, but sternly.

"My cousin Peter Lytton, he died in July of 1769."

"How did you find out?"

"I walked in on his lifeless body, sir."

Yet another wave of sadness crashed over the room. Kahina let the musical continue.

Left him with nothin' but ruined pride, something new inside

A voice saying


Alex, you gotta fend for yourself

"Always had to," Hamilton said so softly only the people closest to him heard.

They shot concerned looks at him, but he just shook his head at them.


He started retreatin' and readin' every treatise on the shelf


There would've been nothin' left to do

For someone less astute

He would've been dead or destitute

Without a cent of restitution

Started workin', clerkin' for his late mother's landlord

Tradin' sugarcane and rum and all the things he can't afford

Scammin' for every book he can get his hands on (Scammin')

Plannin' for the future see him now

As he stands on the bow of a ship

Headed for a new land

In New York you can be a new man

"That was fast," Lafayette pointed out.

Kahina just smirked at him. A twinkle in her eye.


Cause in-


In New York you can be a new man

New York you can be a new man

In New York you can be a new man

"You definitely became a new man," Laurens slyly whispered into Alexander's ear, causing said man to blush.


In New York... (New York...)


Just you wait!


Alexander Hamilton (Alexander Hamilton)

We are waiting in the wings for you (Waiting in the wings for you)

could never back down, you never learned to take your time!

"I never did…" Hamilton left most of the room in confusion by that statement

Oh, Alexander Hamilton (Alexander Hamilton)

When America sings for you

"Clearly," Madison rolled his eyes.

Will they know what you overcame?

Will they know you rewrote the game?

The world will never be the same, oh


Ship is in the harbor now, see if you can spot him (Just you wait)

Another immigrant comin' up from the bottom (Just you wait)

His enemies destroyed his rep

Both Alexander and Alex were confused by this, but let it go for now.

America forgot him

"Apparently not," Burr pointed out.

"Actually besides being in history textbooks and being on money," Kahina started to point out, "mostly his name was forgotten. At least until Lin read a biography on Hamilton's life did this even start to take form."

She let them sit on that for a minute before resuming the musical.


We fought with him.

"Who are they?" Philip asked, confused.

"You'll find out sooner or later," the lady running the show slyly said, "but I will say they both have a double meaning."

"How so," Madison asked, clearly confused.

"There is double casting. Meaning several actors play two characters."

That didn't really clear up anything, but they went along with it.


Me? I died for him.

The room was speechless. Who died for him? Hamilton could recount two people; his dear friend John Laurens and his boy, Philip. He stayed quiet however.


Me? I trusted him.

"Who would trust you?" Angelica asked snidely, shocking Peggy.

Before anyone could respond, the musical continued.


Me? I loved him.

Eliza and Angelica sent a glare towards Hamilton.


And me? I'm the damn fool that shot him.

Yet another gasp, shocker. Hamilton and Burr, unlike the others, knew who that was. Hamilton knew he was going to throw away his shot. Meanwhile Burr had already shot his old friend. They secretly glanced at each other, guilt in both their eyes for how they let it get this far.

"I get killed?" Alex broke the silence. "That's how I go?"

Kahina sent a small, pitiful smile towards the boy. Washington tried again to comfort the boy. Luckily it was more successful, but he still flinched lightly at the touch. Washington rubbed circles on his back.


There's a million things I haven't done

But just you wait...


What's your name, man?


Alexander Hamilton!

"We already know who you are!" Jefferson groaned out.

"Oh, Jefferson," Hamilton glared at the Virginian, "you should know by now how little your comments mean."

"Hamilton!" Washington forcefully looked over at the man. "Reign in your temper."

"Yes, sir."

"This has concluded one song of many," Kahina sighed before letting the musical continue.