Adopted by Hamilton

Chapter 159 - The Late Late Show

Monday night I was sitting in the studio at The Late Late Show, a makeup artist was sitting in front of my little couch, fixing my hair, and touching up the concealer on the pimples on my forehead.

"I feel like I just need to let your bangs out to cover these." She said, "you don't mind, do you?" She asked.

"Not at all, if it's not an issue." I laughed a little.

"Well kiddo, it's my job." She adjusted my hair, so that my bangs swooped over my forehead. "There you go." She stepped back a little to admire her work, "you look so precious." She squealed a little.

"Oh. Thanks." I wrung my hands together, and she disappeared into the mass of people getting ready for the show.

"Peanut, you look great." Lin said, coming to sit next to me.

"Thanks..." I started, but James Corden cut me off.

"You call your child Peanut, I'm in love that's the cutest my gosh." He laughed a little, and I looked up at him.

"Hi." Lin smiled at him, "it's great to see you again."

"You as well, thank you so much for coming out. All the way across the country." He shook Lins hand, then turned to me. "Abigail!" He bent down and gave me a hug, "you look adorable."

"Thanks." I smiled a little.

"I cannot believe I'm the first one to have you in for an interview." He said, sitting at his seat.

"Oh. Um, yeah, I've turned down, like, 3 people." Lin admitted, and I spun towards him.

"Really?" I asked.

"Yeah, darling you weren't ready."

"Oh." I sighed.

"Anyways." James snuck into our conversation, "how are you..." He was cut off by preparations to start the show, the director started counting down, then pointed at James for his cue. "Hello!" He gave a big smile to the camera, "so, I have questions for my two guests tonight, so we're just gonna hop right in here. I have with me tonight, the creator and star of Broadways Hamilton, Lin-Manuel Miranda, and, for the first time on TV, I'm so excited, I have his daughter, Abigail Miranda." I smiled a little as the camera moved onto me, I gave a little wave to the camera and the studio audience. "Isn't she adorable, look at her dress! Oh sweetie! Stand up for us!" He motioned for me to get out of my seat, and I smoothed out my pink dress. It was pretty cute, it was a 50's dress, came down mid to lower thigh, strapless, full skirt, I was in love with it. "Precious child." He said, and I sat back down, "so, kiddo, how are you doing?"

"Um, I'm doing great, a little tired, but, it's to be expected."

"Ah yes, not only is it midnight, but, you flew out from New York, so..."

"My time it's 3:00 a.m." I finished for him.

"Ew sorry. Now, you're originally from the West Coast, aren't you?"

"Yes, I lived in Oregon, until I was 14." I nodded.

"Why did you move?" He asked, propping his head up on his hands.

"Foster care." I shrugged.

"Ah, yes, so," he turned towards the audience, "Abigail is not Lin's biological daughter,"

"Yeah. We're not even the same race." I joked.

"She's adopted, when exactly did that happen?" He asked.

"March 7th." Lin responded for me, "we actually got her this," he had me turn towards him, "this necklace for her birthday, it has the date engraved on the back." He turned the necklace over and James leaned in to look at it.