I couldn't believe this was happening. I was in the Richard Rodger's theater. And I was going to met the Hamilton cast. This couldn't be happening, nope, not happening.

"Okay so this is my dressing room, I share this with Rory O'Malley, he plays King George. He's awesome."

I looked around at the minty green walls. Line had piles of fan mail and gifts from fans which I found amazing. He had a stack of mixtapes on his shelf and a long line of books. I took another sip from my Starbucks and we continued down the halls, with him pointing out dressing rooms. Leslie's, Jasmine's, Anthony's, Daveed's, and on it went. Despite wanting Starbucks, Daveed wasn't in his dressing room. Neither was Phillipa Soo and Renée Goldsberry. So on we went with Lin-Manuel Miranda talking animatedly about his Chuggington conspiracies.

"They might be on stage.." Lin murmured. He still clutched the carrier of Starbucks drinks in his hand. I followed him still trying to figure out what to say. Hello? No, to polite. There wasn't anymore preparation as we stepped onto the stage. I was hesitant to bring my drink on stage with me as that was a no-no at my school theater. We only got to eat and drink there on tech day. I slowed down my steps as I once again realized how awkward I was as a person. Lin handed them their drinks and they thanked him. Well, Daveed said "You just saved my life, man." But I translated it freely. Renée was the first to spot me.

"Lin, who's this lovely kid."

I walked forward and Lin gestured to me, "This is Lark Evans. We fell into each other yesterday and she was in the Starbucks line today."

Oh god, my cheeks we're on fire! Still I pushed through and gave a small wave.

"Hi."

Renée smiled broadly, "Hi Lark, I'm Renée. That's Daveed and Phillipa."

The other two actors chorused "hellos" and Phillipa gave a small wave. I waved back and they went back to practicing.

"So do you sing, Lark?", Renee asked.

I wrung my hands behind my back anxiously, "Yes, not that well, but I enjoy singing."

"Play any instruments?", asked Lin.

"Um, a bit of piano. I'm not around instruments very often," I answered.

They nodded in understanding. Maybe I should ask them a question?

"So do you guys like prepare your voices or something?", I asked.

"Usually I just sing a bit to warm my voice up," Renée answered seriously.

"Well I don't really do-", Lin started.

"Lies! You sing really loudly and steal other people's cameras," Renée said before breaking out into a laugh. Lin shrugged guiltily before breaking out into a smile.

I looked over at Renée, "He blares to Rent, right?"

Renée nodded," Usually at least one song a night."

It was my turn to nod in understanding. Lin, still smiling, looked over at me.

"Lark, what's your favorite song in the show?"

"How dare you! That's like an impossible question, Lin-Manuel," I joked.

"Fine, top five."

Oh crap. Hmm.

"Um...today my top five are..Non-stop, Hurricane... My Shot...Alexander Hamilton, and The Room Where It Happens."

"They fluctuate?" Lin said trying not to laugh.

"Don't judge me!" I joke while making my voice higher.

Lin and Renée laughed.

"But seriously, I live the cast album with my whole heart," I say seriously.

"Thank you," Renée said happily. Lin tapped his chest.

"Thank you, that means a lot."

I shuffle my feet awkwardly when my phone goes off.

"Sorry," I hurried before checking the number. It was Mom. She never called me unless....Any euphoria drained out of me.

"You okay?" asked Lin-Manuel Miranda.

I looked up at him before looking at the missed call symbol. "Yeah, it's my mom. I should probably head home anyways."

"Where do you live? Do you need a ride?"

I lived up in Hamilton Heights which was a pretty good distance away.

"Nah, I'm fine. I don't live too far from here," I respond quickly.

Renée grudgingly said okay and went to practice with Daveed and Phillipa while Lin walked with me to the stage door.

"Thanks for the coffee Lin, and well, everything else," I say graciously.

"No problem, hey, let's get a photo," Lin replied. I turned and looked at him skeptically.

"Isn't that the line I'm supposed to say?", I asked.

Lin smiled," I tweeted about you yesterday and the fandom would find it funny that I ran into you again."

I shrugged, "Let the Hamiltrash get what they want."

We snapped a photo with Lin acting surprised and me theatrically shrugging.

"What's your name profile thingy?" Old Man Miranda asked. I laughed.

"At Lark underscore Evans, no capitals."

Lin nodded and sent the tweet out. I waved at him,"Bye Lin."

"Bye Lark, great to see you again."

"You too," I replied before opening the stage door and heading home. It was going to be a long walk.

Word count: 837

Not as much as I was hoping for and my writing style isn't as good as it could be, but I needed to update. You'll get an insight to Lark's life in the next chapter. Thanks to those who keep writing, reading, and dreaming.

Ever yours, hlwing