EDITED 3/15/17- A reviewer (FlopsyTheStingyDingo) noted that the technicality hamilsquad met musical Laurens, Mulligan, and Lafayette in chapter three, so I changed the wording a bit. Thanks xxx

Look who's back. Yes, I am sorry for being gone. It's a long story; and I don't want to give excuses; I'll just give another chapter!

"Burr! Hamilton!" Washington barked. "Please gentlemen. There is no reason to argue about Mr. Burr's landing- graceful or not, we have much to finish."

"I am not throwing away my shot

I am not throwing away my shot
Hey yo, I'm just like my country
I'm young, scrappy and hungry
And I'm not throwing away my shot
I'm 'a get a scholarship to King's College
I prob'ly shouldn't brag, but dag, I amaze and astonish"

"Not trying to brag? Well, that does't sound like our Alexander at all..." Jefferson murmured. Burr sighed.

"To be fair, he did get into King's College. We're both exceptionally smart people."

"There he goes, trying to work himself into the conversation again!" Hamilton whispered to Washington. "I mean, he's right and all, but I'm the cleverer one!" Jefferson rolled his eyes.

"Cleverer isn't a word. Such an eloquent genius such as yourself should know that." Hamilton stood up to face smirking red head.

"Alexander..." said Washington. Alexander sat down.

"The problem is I got a lot of brains but no polish

I gotta holler just to be heard
With every word, I drop knowledge
I'm a diamond in the rough, a shiny piece of coal
Tryin' to reach my goal my power of speech, unimpeachable
Only nineteen but my mind is older
These New York City streets get colder, I shoulder
Every burden, every disadvantage
I have learned to manage, I don't have a gun to brandish
I walk these streets famished
The plan is to fan this spark into a flame
But damn, it's getting dark, so let me spell out the name
I am the A-L-E-X-A-N-D-E-R we are meant to be

A colony that runs independently
Meanwhile, Britain keeps shittin' on us endlessly
Essentially, they tax us relentlessly
Then King George turns around, runs a spending spree
He ain't ever gonna set his descendants free
So there will be a revolution in this century
Enter me, he says in parentheses"

Hamilton nodded.

"Don't be shocked when your hist'ry book mentions me

I will lay down my life if it sets us free
Eventually, you'll see my ascendancy"

Washington turned to face his young and reckless friend. "Don't you be foolish!" He warned.

"And I am not throwing away my shot

I am not throwing away my shot
Hey yo, I'm just like my country
I'm young, scrappy and hungry
And I'm not throwing away my shot

I am not throwing away my shot
I am not throwing away my shot
Hey yo, I'm just like my country
I'm young, scrappy and hungry
And I'm not throwing away my shot
It's time to take a shot"

"Hold on, is that-?"

"I dream of life without a monarchy

The unrest in France will lead to onarchy?
Onarchy how you say, how you say, anarchy?
When I fight, I make the other side panicky
With my, shot"

"Good ol' Marie-Joseph Paul Yves Roch Gilbert du Motier, Marquis de Lafayette! I knew they couldn't leave him out for long!" Hamilton cried gleefully. "So that means that those two are here to stay as well!"

"Yo, I'm a tailor's apprentice

And I got y'all knuckleheads in loco parentis
I'm joining the rebellion 'cause I know it's my chance
To socially advance, instead of sewin' some pants
I'm gonna take a shot"

"Ah, he does sew nice pants. I have a few pairs made by him! Where could he be?" Hamilton questioned, referring to the real life version of his dear friend.

"But we'll never be truly free

Until those in bondage have the same rights as you and me
You and I. Do or die. Wait till I sally in
On a stallion with the first black battalion
Have another shot"

"Still bold as ever. " Hamilton sighed, smiling softly.

"Geniuses, lower your voices

You keep out of trouble and you double your choices
I'm with you, but the situation is fraught
You've got to be carefully taught
If you talk, you're gonna get shot"

"At least I'm kept true to my morals. Think before you act. You could benefit from such an idea Alexander." Burr nodded slightly.

"Burr, check what we got

Mister Lafayette, hard rock like Lancelot
I think your pants look hot
Laurens, I like you a lot

(slight smirk from Hamilton)

Let's hatch a plot blacker than the kettle callin' the pot
What are the odds the gods would put us all in one spot
Poppin' a squat on conventional wisdom, like it or not
A bunch of revolutionary manumission abolitionists?
Give me a position, show me where the ammunition is

Oh, am I talkin' too loud?
Sometimes I get over excited, shoot off at the mouth
I never had a group of friends before
I promise that I'll make y'all proud

Let's get this guy in front of a crowd

I am not throwing away my shot
I am not throwing away my shot
Hey yo, I'm just like my country
I'm young, scrappy and hungry
And I'm not throwing away my shot

I am not throwing away my shot
I am not throwing away my shot
Hey yo, I'm just like my country
I'm young, scrappy and hungry
And I'm not throwing away my shot

Everybody sing
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa
Ay, let 'em hear ya

Let's go

Whoa, whoa, whoa I said shout it to the rooftops
Whoa, whoa, whoa said, to the rooftops
Whoa, whoa, whoa come on

Come on, let's go
Rise up
When you're living on your knees, you rise up
Tell your brother that he's gotta rise up
Tell your sister that she's gotta rise up

"While I'm not too fond of the idea of rebellion, that musical John Laurens seems to be correct. In order to have a proper society, not just men should lead a democracy. The world needs women, just as it needs water or food. One should not be more privileged than the other." Burr stated, agreeing with what he had heard.

"For once Aaron Burr, I'm glad to say that I think similarly! It's the same with immigrants such as myself; so what if we had come here from another place? This is our home nonetheless! Just by existing, I can prove that you don't need to be born on these shores to make a difference. We're no less equal than anyone else." Hamilton piped up with a fire burning behind his eyes. "No less equal."

"When are these colonies gonna rise up?

When are these colonies gonna rise up?
When are these colonies gonna rise up?
When are these colonies gonna rise up?

Rise up
I imagine death so much it feels more like a memory
When's it gonna get me?
In my sleep, seven feet ahead of me?
If I see it comin', do I run or do I let it be?
Is it like a beat without a melody?
See, I never thought I'd live past twenty
Where I come from some get half as many
Ask anybody why we livin' fast and we laugh, reach for a flask
We have to make this moment last"

Seeing looks from the men around the room, Hamilton opened his mouth. "Like I said; I'm an immigrant. I came for a better life and more chances to make an impact, as do so many others."

"that's plenty

Scratch that this is not a moment, it's the movement
Where all the hungriest brothers with something to prove went?
Foes oppose us, we take an honest stand
We roll like Moses, claimin' our promised land
And? If we win our independence?
'Zat a guarantee of freedom for our descendants?
Or will the blood we shed begin an endless cycle of vengeance and death with no defendants?
I know the action in the street is excitin'
But Jesus, between all the bleedin' 'n fightin'
I've been readin' 'n writin'
We need to handle our financial situation
Are we a nation of states what's the state of our nation?"

"Musical me does have an excellent point!" Hamilton said. Madison, of all people, nodded.

"We were quite the mess, weren't we?"

"Were the mess? James, we are still a mess." Jefferson snorted.

"I'm past patiently waitin' I'm passionatelymashin' every expectation

Every action's an act of creation
I'm laughin' in the face of casualties and sorrow
For the first time, I'm thinkin' past tomorrow

And I am not throwing away my shot
I am not throwing away my shot
Hey yo, I'm just like my country
I'm young, scrappy and hungry
And I'm not throwing away my shot

We're gonna rise up (time to take a shot)
We're gonna rise up (time to take a shot)
We're gonna, rise up, rise up

It's time to take a shot
Rise up, rise up, it's time to take a shot
Rise up, it's time to take a shot
Rise up, take a shot, shot, shot
It's time to take a shot, time to take a shot
And I am not throwing away my shot
Not throwing away my shot"

Hamilton sat straight up and spoke rather quickly. "Speaking of my dear friends, I wonder where they could be! I mean, this musical is about my life and I would say that those three play a key role. Not to say that my dear Eliza and lovely Angelica don't, but they're not here either and haven't shown up yet. I wonder, I wonder, I wonder...Perhaps they are all-"

Hamilton was cut off by the appearance of three men who landed on the floor in a heap.

"Well," Jefferson said dryly. "I wonder who that could be."

Darling Angelica, Eliza, and (definitely) Peggy aren't here yet, but will be soon! Thank you so much for not abandoning me while I was gone.

Please, feel free to complain about my near-year long absence. I'll use the flames to fuel my toaster.

xxx