ACT II

Scene idk man i'll figure it out

"Out Write - Wrong!" (kinda. not really. i tried.)

AARON BURR addresses the audience, he stands alone on stage bc he has no friends.

Burr

PAUSE. A MOMENT. FOR AN INTERLUDE.

NOT THE FIRST, IN THIS VERSE, BUT I CAN'T BE RUDE,

TO THE MAN WHO DIED BEFORE ACT TWO.

(beat)

TIME FOR SOMETHING NEW.

JAMES MADISON enters, distressed.

OUR PATHS PARALLEL, BUT WE NEVER GREW CLOSE.

HE WAS A FATHER WHO ALWAYS SEEMED KIND.

ALTHOUGH HE EXCELS, HE SEEMS KINDA MOROSE,

I wonder what's on his mind...

MADISON

A slow song? In my musical? More likely than you'd think.

WHY DOES HAMILTON GET ALL THE ATTENTION?

FROM WOMEN, FROM MEN, AND DO I DARE MENTION...?

WASHINGTON WATCHES WITH LACK OF SUSPICION,

AS HIS BASTARD SON GAINS MORE AMMUNITION.

Oh yeah, Burr's totally gone by now, it's just Mads on stage. And, like, maybe some ensemble? Idk i'm not Lin.

I MEAN, DON'T GET ME WRONG,

GIVE CREDIT WHERE CREDIT IS DUE.

BUT THIS COUNTRY OWES CREDIT,

AND HIS DEBIT PLAN HAS US ALL SCREWED.

Y'all dumb motherfuckers what a tempo change?!

BUT IF WE'RE TALKING ABOUT CREDIT,

I THINK I SHOULD EDIT,

THE HISTORY THAT Y'ALL'VE BEEN TAUGHT,

BECAUSE IF YOU COULD SEE,

IT WASN'T HIM, BUT ME!

WHO HAS THE RIGHT TO BE DISTRAUGHT!

YOU CAN'T DISAGREE!

LOOK AT EVERYTHING HE'S TAKEN FROM ME!

now another tempo change, in between slow and rap ig

IT JUST CAN'T BE RIGHT,

EVERY TIME I WRITE,

THERE'S A PESKY MITE,

THAT MIGHT!

- That mite. -

STEAL THE SPOT LIGHT

AND TRY TO OUT WRITE

- Outright? -

OUT WRITE ME.

I'VE TRIED TO BE POLITE,

I'VE TRIED TO PLAY NICE,

BUT EVERY TIME I WRITE, IT COMES OUT WRONG.

OR WORSE, MY NAME GET ERASED FROM THE SPOT THAT IT WAS PLACED,

ON THE LEGISLATOR I WORKED ON ALL NIGHT LONG.

HOW CAN YOU RIGHT THE WRONGS,

WHEN YOU'RE THE ONE WHO WROTE THE WRONGS?

He had miscounted all along!

oops back to rapping

"THE OTHER FIFTY-ONE",

CHECK YOU'RE MATH, YOU BASTARD SON!

AND, WHILE WE'RE ON THE TOPIC,

this part is goin' so fast Daveed even gonna mess it up

WHAT PART OF 'ANONYMOUS',

IS HARD TO GET,

YOU HALF-WIT TWIT?

THE WAY YOU'RE TALKIN' SHIT,

YOU'RE GONNA GET HIT,

AN' YOU'LL DESERVE ALL'A IT.

YOU GOT ME MAD, SON,

SO YOU BETTER RUN,

OR END UP LIKE YOUR HAMIL-SON,

CUZ YOU DON'T WANNA MESS WITH MADISON.

mic drop. explosion. jefferson probably yells 'whaaaaat'. mads has a coughing fit. slow beat again

THE WORST PART OF IT IS:

I'M NOT EVEN SECOND FIDDLE IN THIS MYTH,

I'M THIRD, BEHIND HAM AND-

THOMAS JEFFERSON

TJeffs swoops in and spins Mads in a jazzy dance. Music shifts to match WIM.

WHAT'D I MISS!?

MADISON

While dancin' with bae.

I'M SO DONE WITH THIS,

I CAN'T TAKE THIS SHIT!

GIVE BACK WHAT BELONGS TO ME!

Bae flies off, purple coat flappin' in the wind. Music slows way down and gets all soft and intense, you know?

THIS IS MY ONLY PLEA...

I DON'T WANT TO FIGHT.

I JUST WANT TO WRITE.

WE'RE NOT SO DIFFERENT, YOU AN' ME,

CAN'T YOU SEE?

I, TOO, WANT MY NAME, IN OUR HISTORY.

I DESERVE MY OWN LEGACY!

ALEXANDER.

I WON'T LET YOU WRITE OUT

ME!

(me, in the audience: nice.)

So, like, tell me what you think?

Title and idea were from rikareena on tumblr