christina-littletons-stuff

[christina-littletons-stuff]

Hey, everyone. So, this is my first "fan transcript" (little heads up; most, if not all, of my fanfics will be in transcript form. To me, it seems a little easy to read and write.)

Also, I tend to procrastinate. So, if anyone wants to know "what's gonna happen next?", I'll try to finish it when/if I can. With that in mind, I'm not really a pro at this... Thank you for taking your time to reading this and your understanding.

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[For a moment, or more, there was nothing. Nothing but darkness. Slowly, but surely, (in POV) we see someone trying to open their eyes. It looks like we're trying to stand up on our feet. As we got up to our feet, we jump in shock as we come to the realization that we're standing on clouds. Clouds from the open sky itself! As we begin to panic, we hear a voice. A familiar voice. A sadly familiar voice that we haven't heard in years...]

??? (1): Oh mon dieu... *voice trembling* I-is that my little lion cub?

[We hear another voice. This time, it sounds recent. It's almost as it wasn't that long since we've heard that voice.]

??? (2): Father! From what grandmother has told me, I must've inherited the "strong ambition to learn" from you.

[Then, another one. This time, it sounded warm and inviting.]

??? (3): *sigh* I gotta say, as much as I wanted this to happen, it seems like it's a bit too soon Don't you think?

[It didn't take us this long to weep as we crumble down while being held by what appears to be our loved ones from before. Behind us comes a strong, yet tired voice.]

??? (4): Welcome home, son. *taken aback* Apologies, I almost forgot that you detested it when I-

??? (us): No, no! It's alright. On fact, you're far better than my real father.

[As those words escaped from us, an odd, square-shaped cloud opens to reveal a very peculiar theater-house.]

"Mother": What is this?

"Son": It looks like some sort of playhouse.

"Loving Friend": Look! *points outward* The banner! It appears to have the name of the play that's currently being performed!

"Father Figure": *places on his reading spectacles" It says...

[After our loved ones have finished reading the banner, they turn around to face...]

All (except us): "Hamilton the American Musical"?!

"Mother": *moved in tears* Oh mon bebe! *pulls us in a warm and loving embrace* You've become an American Treasure!

"Son": Who would've guessed...?

"Loving Friend": Well, shall we go and watch the show?

"Father Figure": *chuckling warmly* Well, as nice as that sounds... *turns to face the camera* What do you think, Alex?

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Okay, there's the interlude of my interpretation of Hamilton: The American Musical. Now, please bare in mind that it's not going to be just the musical; it's also going to be what happened back then in real life.

Also, I have the rest in the folders in my laptop (I'm currently on my phone, in case if you're wondering...), plus other bits and pieces of my fanfics. I hope you've enjoyed reading this. Due to this "procrastinating curse", I'm not sure when I'll finish it. But, I'll try best as I can so far.