Disclaimer: i don't own Lin Manuel Miranda. That would be creepy. Also, this is fan fiction. Alexandra is not a real person. If you don't recognize it from the news. I made it up. All the Spanish translations are from SpanishDict. I'm sorry if they're wrong.

Chapter 1: Maria

Lin couldn't peel his eyes of the TV. Tears streamed down his face. Puerto Rico. Hurricane. Abuelos home town. Vega Alta. Demolished. His family. In jeopardy. Vanessa approached him and laid a hand on his shoulder. "It's awful isn't it." She said softly. Lin nodded swallowing the lump in his throat. "Yeah." Right then Trump appeared on the screen. Lin watched in horror as the man began to throw paper towels like a basketball player to the Puerto Rican's living in a shelter. He grew even more furious when he saw a reporter showing Trumps tweet about the Mayor of San Juan and the people of Puerto Rico "They want everything to be done for them when it should be a community effort" Full of rage he grabbed his phone.

"Lin" Vanessa warned seeing her husband begin to write a tweet

"Vanessa, I need to do this. He can't talk about them like that. He's their president for God's sake." Lin said before reading the tweet out loud as he typed. "You're going straight to hell, realDonaldTrump No long lines for you.

Someone will say, "Right this way, sir." They'll clear a path."

Vanessa just shook her head

Lin cried as his two year old son broke open his piggy bank before telling him to "Give my moneys to people with ouchies."

"how can a two year old have more sympathy for the people of Puerto Rico than their own president?" He murmured.

At 3am the next morning he wrote and recorded the demo for almost like praying-in a bathroom. Soon he had every Puerto Rican artist helping him record his song to raise funds for Puerto Rico. Lin was shocked to receive a staticky phone call a few weeks later from the governor of San Juan.

"Is this Mr. Manuel Mirada speaking?"

"Yes." Lin breathed softly

"This is San Juan's mayor Carmen Yulín Cruz. I apologize for the bad connection. I've been trying to get through to you for ages."

"Through to me?" Lin asked confused

"Yes. I've heard your song, and everything you've done for us. We- the people of Puerto Rico that is-would be honored if you would visit us."

"Yes." Lin said firmly "God Yes. Of course. I'll be there as soon as possible."