Telling the Story
Last night I was fortunate enough to experience the American Musical in the great city of Chicago. I watched Hamilton write with incredible intellect, Washington lead with iron resolve, Lafayette strategize with wit, Eliza tell the story of history.
If there was any place on Earth that contains the physical substance of passion, it was that very theater. It was as if I could reach out and grasp all the ambition, the emotion, the artistry. As if I sat down in my seat and Lin-Manuel Miranda said to me,
“Here you go, here is the achievement of years of hard work and sleepless nights. Here you go. Please take it with you, please love it and live it and embody the spirit of everything that it stands for. Here’s Hamilton.”
I know this is something special. I know because no stage production, let alone any musical work, has left me still trying to process everything the day after the show. I’m sure I’ll look back years later and know what Hamilton did to me, but right now the only thing I know is that if I don’t take this inspiration and turn it into something great I’d be throwing away my shot.
My life is an unfinished symphony with so much left to write. Yet even now during these formative years, I’ve had the wonderful opportunity to see this show, surrounded by my closest friends, and meet some of the masterminds behind this historic work. I can’t be thankful enough for all of this.
So here’s to everyone, in celebrating one of the greatest things humankind has ever created. Raise a glass!