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(beat)

You wrote this at my age. You were already a ghost in waiting — A hurricane in a waistcoat. Me? I’m a clerk. A decent man. A father who stays.

I won’t throw away my shot, Father. I’ll just aim it at something That doesn’t bleed. Would you like this adapted into a full one-act, a rap monologue, or a short story? hamilton jr script

They call me “Junior” like a joke — Like a sequel nobody asked for. “Here comes the Hamilton boy — Does he duel? Does he rage? Can he spit a federalist paper Fast as the old man on the page?”

I never held a pistol in anger. I never bet the farm on a pamphlet. I paid my debts. On time. I walk into a room, And they look past me — Looking for you. (beat) You wrote this at my age

Is that the tragedy? That the son of a shooting star Is just... a man?

(sits down, exhausted)

(pause)