"How does a b****** orphan son of a w**** and a Scotsman" Mister Leslie Odom Jr said on the stage. "My goodness, are they talking about you, Alexander?" my wife, Eliza asked next to me. I was in shock, what vulgar language! "They aren't being very polite about it at all, though I suppose it is quite true," I whispered back. "According to this pamphlet they gave us, the man speaking is supposed to be me!" Aaron Burr said, aghast at how his acting counterpart looks and is speaking, "He doesn't look anything like me!" "Maybe things will be explained further on in the play, let's not judge too soon," I told them.
"There's nothing rich folks love more than going downtown and slumming it with the poor," Mr. Odom said. "We do no such thing!" Angelica exclaimed, and was immediately shushed by the audience around us. "If these people look nothing like us, why do they play these parts?" my dear friend, John Laurens, asked. "Well, I believe that here they chose parts based on acting, not appearance," I responded, "We must be patient, maybe it will take a turn for the better." Ha! I must laugh, because we simply spent the rest of the time complaining and acting indignant to all that we saw and heard. [sorry guys, I honestly didn't know where I was going with this, so it isn't good at all, but I like some of the reactions, I guess... not really a one-shot and I totally failed, so sorry!]