last night I had this dream where everyone hated hillary and donald SO MUCH that we just wrote in Alexander Hamilton’s name and he actually won?? and then this news reporter person was like “The winner of the 2016 Election is Alexander Hamilton but he’s dead, and the scientists are still working on time travel so he can’t actually be president yet” (NEVER GONNA BE PRESIDENT NOW THAT’S ONE LESS THING TO WORRY ABOUT) and then this other reporter was like “wait!! can’t we just elect that man who wrote the musical?” and then the first reporter was like “no, he’s too busy filming a tv show, no one even knows where he is! he might not even be on earth anymore!” and then everyone was desperately tweeting @linmanuel and trying to find him and eventually he showed up the day before Inauguration Day and he rapped his presidential speech. and then he changed the national anthem to the opening song Alexander Hamilton and he made it against the law to NOT know the entire soundtrack so everyone was trying to memorize it
and then my school was the first school to sing Alexander Hamilton (after it became the national anthem that is) and Lin was at our performance bUT NO ONE TOLD ME and I was really mad because I wanted to meet him, and eventually I did meet him just as he was about to leave (he was also leaving in a rocket ship for some reason??) and he signed my phone case and everyone at my school was like “the president signed your phone case!! what the fuck why didn’t he sign mine!!” and I was like “well you guys are the reason I almost didn’t get to meet him because no one TOLD ME he’d be at the choir concert so honestly I think it’s fair.” And then this one student pointed to the football field and was like “whatever. Did you know that this place was exactly where he got shot all those centuries ago?” and I was like “you’re wrong, that was in Weehawken.” and the student was like “ok meet me there tomorrow” but it turns out he actually didn’t want to duel me, but rather use me as a sacrifice to try to summon Lin in front of this A. Ham statue? and Lin showed up and was like “stop hurting her, she did nothing wrong, YOU’RE the reason her heart is broken, she almost DIDN’T GET TO MEET ME.” then the student just ran away and Lin stared at me for awhile and was like “I hate my Vice President. Do you want to be vp” and i said yes and that was about where my dream ended I think
it was wild but in all honesty I would not be opposed to that scenario happening in real life
i am laughing because i just started imagining a gordon ramsay-like feminist writer who, rather than helping to keep restaurants in business, goes to writers of television shows and films and chastises them for the sexism, racism, and general lack of diversity in their scripts
“YOUR SCRIPT IS AS WHITE AS THE PAPER IT’S PRINTED ON, YOU DONKEY.”
In which Lin tells his dad’s favourite story about his children (while doing impressions of everyone involved) and lets slip the secret to his success. (As he keeps saying, he’s a Slytherin.)
“I make people feel good while I do whatever the hell it is I want to do.”