"I want to be Alexander. Just because I'm a girl doesn't mean I'm not capable of being him." Dreamz pouted as the actors and actresses bustled around them.

"I know, all I wanna do is play Jefferson." Shelby sighed.

"Look on the bright side; at you got to be Eliza and Angelica once." Dreamz pointed out.

"But Jefferson is way better than those two." Shelby sighed.

Dreamz eyebrows furrowed. "We should play Jefferson and Hamilton."

"We can't. Spencer and Dennis have the part." Shelby reminded her.

"Well, they can't play their parts if they can't show up." Dreamz smirked. "Where's Spencer's dressing room?"

Spencer stared at the mirror, attempting contour his face to make it appear more masculine. His outfit for the musical was hung on the door next to him, a robe loosely wrapped around his body to keep him covered. His hair was brittle and frizzy looking, since he had to avoid brushing it to get it really curly.

"Aw, that's cute." A female voice sounded behind him.

Spencer jumped, turning and flushing, "Dreamz?" Shelby stepped in behind, closing the door with a click. "Sh-Shelby?" He stuttered, tightening his robes around him.

"Hello, Spenc." Shelby smiled. "Getting ready for rehearsal?"

"Yes." He blushed, "Will you be watching?"

Dreamz slid a rope out of her pocket, and Shelby shook her head. "No, we won't be watching."

Dreamz spotted the clock on Spencer's desk. "Shelbs, we only have six minutes to get this done."

"Get what done?" Spencer backed up into the desk.

"We won't have enough time to get Dennis. We'll just have to find an extra Hamilton outfit." Shelby decided, before her eyes trained back on Spencer. "Let's get this done and over with."

The lights went on, and Ludwig stepped forward. "Ladies and gentlemen, you coulda been anywhere in the world tonight, but you're here with us in New York. Are you ready for a cabinet meeting?"

The company let out a enthusiast cheer as Dennis swept back his hair, looking very confident. "The issue on the table:" Ludwig continued, "Secretary Reader's plan to assume state debt and establish a national bank. Secretary Ferrell, you have the floor, sir."

Everyone looked around in confusion, however, when they realized Spencer wasn't on stage.

Instead of a 5'8" man, a 5'4" girl wearing very poor fitting Jefferson clothes slid onto the stage.

Dennis's eyes widened in surprise. "Shelby?" He asked, breaking character in complete shock.

She winked. "'Life, Liberty, and the pursuit of Happiness.' We fought for these ideals we shouldn't settle for less." She sang as she walked forward, smiling as she stood up on her tip-toes to get in Dennis's face, a confident, teasing glint in her eyes. "These are wise words, enterprising men quote 'em. Don't act surprised, you guys 'cause I wrote 'em!" She laughed, giving a Dennis a light shove and turning to the empty seats.

"Shelby, what are you doing?" Ludwig sighed. "Where is Spencer?"

"Owwwwww, but Reader forgets. His plan would have the government assume state's debts. Now, place your bets as to who that benefits-" She turned to Dennis wit a sarcastic look of amazement. "The very seat of government where Reader sits!"

At that cue, Dreamz slid onto the stage, looking very flustered. "Not true!"

"What the hell is happening?" Dennis demanded. "That was my line! Where is my bro?"

"Ohhh, if the shoe fits, wear it!" Shelby laughed, "If New York's in debt, why should Virginia bear it? Uhhh, our debts are paid I'm afraid, don't tax the South 'cause we've got it made in the shade." She stated, rubbing her knuckles on her shirt with confidence. "In Virginia we plant seeds in the ground, we create, you just wanna move our money around." Shelby glared at Dreamz, completely ignoring Dennis's presence. "This financial plan is an outrageous demand, and it's too many damn pages for any man to understand." She turned back to the invisible audience. "Stand with me in the land of the free, and pray to God we'll never see Reader's candidacy."

She laughed, turning to Dreamz. "Look, when Britain taxed our tea, we got frisky," the two were face-to-face, Dreamz's lip curled in anger while Shelby smirked mockingly, "imagine what gon' happen when you try to tax our whisky."

"Seriously, what the hell is happening?" Dennis demanded as Dreamz gave Shelby a light push away from her.

"Shelby, that was nice declaration. Welcome to the present, we're running a real nation," Dreamz sneered, not even waiting for Ludwig to invite him to give a rebuttal, knowing that Shelby and her weren't receiving one, "Would you like to join us? Or stay mellow doin' whatever the hell it is you do in Monticello?" She laughed, Shelby's eyebrows furrowing.

"Sam, go find Spencer please." Ludwig muttered to Samuel, who was watching this turn of events with wide eyes. Samuel nodded and took off off stage.

"If we assume the debts, the union gets a new line of credit, a financial diuretic. How do you not get it? If we're aggressive and competitive, the union gets a boost. You'd rather give it a sedative?

"A civics lesson from a slaver? Hey neighbor, your debts are paid 'cause you don't pay for labor. "We plant seeds in the South. We create."" Dreamz mocked, causing Shelby's face to flush. "Yeah, keep ranting, we know who's really doing the planting.

"And another thing, Mr. Age of Enlightenment, don't lecture me about the war, you didn't fight in it! You think I'm frightened of you, man? We almost died in the trench, while you were off getting high with the French!" Shelby lip curled in spite.

"Shelby Ferrell, always hesitant with the President. Reticent- there isn't a plan he doesn't jettison. Seal," Dreamz pointed to the spot where Samuel was supposed to be, completely ignoring the fact that he wasn't, "you're mad as a hatter, son, take your medicine. Damn, you're in worse shape than the nation debt is in! Sittin' there useless as two shits. Hey, turn around, bend over, I'll show you were my shoe fits." Dreamz laughed.

Shelby lunged forward, but Ludwig grabbed her jacket and held her back.

"Shelby, where is Spencer?" He asked in exasperation.

"Who's this Spencer you speak of? I've never heard of him." Shelby smiled.

Dennis was fuming. "You guys ruined the play! I'm Alexander Hamilton!"

Dreamz gasped, "No, I'm Alexander Hamilton!"

"I found him!" Samuel shouted, running back on stage. "He's knocked out and tied up in his dressing room."

Everyone on stage glared at two girls, who smiled awkwardly.

"What can we say?" Dreamz laughed. "We could not throw away our shot."