I successfully bought tickets in the Hamilton West End pre-sale. I’m going to be in The Room Where It Happens.
It’s in 14 months’ time but I’m willing to Wait For It.
The seats are on the third row. I did not throw away My Shot.
Someone posted that they are going to see it twice. I will never be Satisfied.
I don’t really have plans between now and March 2018 other than to Stay Alive.
I could listen to the soundtrack again and again and That Would Be Enough. But no, I will see Hamilton onstage.
I love poetry, musicals and US History and Hamilton is a musical about US History using the most beautiful and clever poetry. When I’ve been having stressful days or I’ve been crying, I’ve put on the Hamilton soundtrack to soothe and distract me. When I’ve needed a bout of confidence, I’ve rapped My Shot or Hercules Mulligan’s part in Yorktown (The World Turned Upside Down). I can talk about US History now and it doesn’t seem as weird and people will vaguely know what I’m saying. I’ve learnt more about the early days of the Republic, a gap in my knowledge. I’ve fawned over the assonance in Alexander Hamilton. I’ve nodded to political frustrations in The Room Where It Happens. I’ve crowned myself King George III singing You’ll Be Back.
I don’t know quite how to express both how good this musical is and how much it means to me other than through a list of my thoughts. I’ve been struggling in a lot of ways lately but Hamilton has kept me going. I’m lucky enough to have travelled and seen some of my favourite singers live, and now the next thing atop my bucket list is going to happen. The constant writing of Alexander Hamilton and the quality of Lin-Manuel Miranda’s writing have spurred me on to keep writing myself. I’ve written more of my novel and my blog since falling in love with Hamilton. Even when I don’t write enough, I feel compelled to go back and try again. When I felt unhappy doing minimum wage shift work, I saw Lin-Manuel Miranda post a picture of his name tag from McDonald’s and realised it’s a long road, but I can still get to where I want to be. I’m not sure how or entirely what I want, but hopefully it will be writing for a living. Hopefully a novel. Maybe poetry. Maybe something else. I have to have the work ethic of Alexander Hamilton, the patience of Aaron Burr and the strength of Eliza Schuyler Hamilton.
Everyone needs things to be passionate about and people they admire and things they listen to when life is shit or they feel alone. I have Hamilton. And soon enough, I will have it in a different way. I will see the dancing, hear the vocals from new voices, see the outfits and the staging, be amongst Hamilton fans, buy a programme, smile even more than I am today, probably cry, give a standing ovation.
Look around, look around, at how lucky we are to be alive right now!