JATP ONE-SHOTS

🎀Julie and Alex best friends🎀

They are human. 

Alex POV 

It was a normal day really. I was texting my boyfriend Willie. 

Hey Alex  can we hang out later? Julie texted me. 

Sure! I put. 

I never realized that Julie and I have never hangout just us. Like we  both have been busy. Julie with school and me with Willie. 

-Time skip-

I walked into Julie's room. "Hey Jules,"  I said. I was wearing a crop top Willie gave me some short shorts and some knee high pink socks. 

"Hey Lex!" Julie said. She waved. I walked and sat on the bed. 

"So what you wanna do,"  I ask. 

"Well I have tons of options I have a karaoke machine some movies bored games we can do tiktoks," Julie said. 

I loved the ideas right up my alley. 

I started playing with my hands. 

"Um y-you can pick," I said. 

"Ok well by any chance have you seen Hamilton," Julie asked. 

"Duh! Who hasn't I love it," I  said, 

"What's your favorite song," Julie asked. 

"My shot I know all the lyrics," I said. 

"Lucky for you I have the karaoke machine and it has that song," Julie said. 

"Cool!" I said. I grabbed the mic and found the song. 

I am not throwin' away my shot
I am not throwin' away my shot
Hey yo, I'm just like my country
I'm young, scrappy and hungry
And I'm not throwin' away my shotI'ma get a scholarship to King's College
I probably shouldn't brag, but dang, I amaze and astonish
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
Tryna 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 my name
I am the A-L-E-X-A-N-D-E-R we are meant to be
Julie  joined in when I spelled Alexander 
A colony that runs independently
Meanwhile, Britain keeps shittin' on us endlessly
Essentially, they tax us relentlessly
Then King George turns around, runs a spendin' 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
Don't be shocked when your history book mentions me
I will lay down my life if it sets us free
Eventually, you'll see my ascendancy
And I am not throwin' away my shot
I am not throwin' away my shot
Hey yo, I'm just like my country
I'm young, scrappy and hungry
And I'm not throwin' away my shot
I am not throwin' away my shot
I am not throwin' away my shot
Hey yo, I'm just like my country
I'm young, scrappy and hungry
And I'm not throwin' away my shot
It's time to take a shot
I dream of life without a monarchy
The unrest in France will lead to anarchy?
Anarchy how you say, how you, oh, anarchy?
When I fight, I make the other side panicky
With my, shot

We were know on the bed jumping and Viking both of us singing 
Yo, I'm a tailor's apprentice
And I got y'all knuckleheads in loco parentis (loco parentis)
I'm joining the rebellion 'cause I know it's my chance
To socially advance, instead of sewin' some pants (woo)
I'm gonna take a shot
And 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 'til I sally in on a stallion
With the first black battalion
Have another shot
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
Burr, check what we got
Mister Lafayette, hard rock like Lancelot
I think your pants look hot
Laurens, I like you a lot
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 throwin' away my shot
I am not throwin' away my shot
Hey yo, I'm just like my country
I'm young, scrappy and hungry
And I'm not throwin' away my shot
I am not throwin' away my shot
I am not throwin' away my shot
Hey yo, I'm just like my country
I'm young, scrappy and hungry
And I'm not throwin' away my shot
Everybody sing
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Ayy, whoa (woo), whoa
Should let 'em hear ya (yeah)
Let's go
Whoa, whoa, whoa
I said shout it to the rooftops
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Said, to the rooftops
Whoa, whoa, whoa
A-come on (yeah)
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
When are these colonies gonna rise up? (Whoa, whoa)
When are these colonies gonna rise up? (Whoa)
When are these colonies gonna rise up? (Whoa)
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, 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?
Is that 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?
I'm past patiently waitin' I'm passionately mashin' 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 throwin' away my shot
I am not throwin' away my shot
Hey yo, I'm just like my country
I'm young, scrappy and hungry
And I'm not throwin' away my shot
We're gonna rise up (time to take a shot)
I am not throwin' away my shot
We're gonna rise up (time to take a shot)
I am not throwin' away my 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 throwin' away my
Not throwin' away my shot

I finished. 

"Fine I guess you know it my turn!" Julie said. I was out of breath she started finding her song. 

Bold is Alex 

Bold and underline both. 

How does a bleeping,  orphan, son of a bleep. 
And a Scotsman, dropped in the middle of a forgotten spot
In the Caribbean by providence impoverished
In squalor, grow up to be a hero and a scholar?The ten-dollar founding father without a father
Got a lot farther by working a lot harder
By being a lot smarter
By being a self-starter
By fourteen, they placed him in charge of a trading charterAnd every day while slaves were being slaughtered and carted away
Across the waves, he struggled and kept his guard up
Inside, he was longing for something to be a part of
The brother was ready to beg, steal, borrow, or barterThen a hurricane came, and devastation reigned
Our man saw his future drip, dripping down the drain
Put a pencil to his temple, connected it to his brain
And he wrote his first refrain, a testament to his painWell, the word got around, they said, this kid is insane, man
Took up a collection just to send him to the mainland
Get your education, don't forget from whence you came
And the world is gonna know your name
What's your name, man?Alexander Hamilton
Alexander Hamilton bold choice She had a great voice I thought


My name is Alexander Hamilton
And there's a million things I haven't done
But just you wait, just you waitWhen he was ten his father split, full of it, debt-ridden
Two years later, see Alex and his mother bed-ridden
Half-dead sittin' in their own sick, the scent thickAnd Alex got better but his mother went quickMoved in with a cousin, the cousin committed suicide
Left him with nothin' but ruined pride, something new inside
A voice saying, "Alex, you gotta fend for yourself"He started retreatin' and readin' every treatise on the shelfThere would have been nothin' left to do for someone less astute
He woulda been dead or destitute without a cent of restitution
Started workin', clerkin' for his late mother's landlord
Tradin' sugar cane and rum and all the things he can't afford
Scammin' for every book he can get his hands on
Plannin' for the future see him now as he stands on
The bow of a ship headed for the new land
In New York you can be a new manIn New York you can be a new man (just you wait)
In New York you can be a new man (just you wait)
In New York you can be a new manIn New York, New York
Just you waitAlexander HamiltonAlexander HamiltonWe are waiting in the wings for youWaiting in the wings for youYou could never back down
You never learned to take your timeOh, Alexander HamiltonAlexander HamiltonWhen America sings for you
Will they know what you overcame?
Will they know you rewrote your game?
The world will never be the same, ohThe ship is in the harbor now
See if you can spot him (just you wait)Another immigrant comin' up from the bottom (just you wait)His enemies destroyed his rep America forgot him We, fought with himMe, I died for himMe, I trusted himMe, I loved himAnd me, I'm the damn fool that shot him (shot him, shot him)There's a million things I haven't done
But just you waitWhat's your name, man?Alexander Hamilton

Next thing we did was a tiktok. 

We did the supaloney dance. It took one take! 

Next and last things Crush's," Julie said. Crossing off a board.

"Who is your celebrity crush," she asked me. 

"Harry styles Zac Efron those abs," I said. 

Julie laughed. 

"For me it's Nick Jonas," Julie said. 

"Real crush," I asked her. 

"Idk no one really," she said. 

"What bout you,"  she askd 

"Willie he is just so cute!," I said. 

Julie and I started laughing at how my  voice went all baby puppy talk.