Who Tells Your Story?

It started off with a bus ride, a headphone splitter and an offer to listen to music.

RD and I usually catch the bus together in the mornings he goes to school.  At times we are able to catch the bus together on our way home as well.  

Earlier this week, when RD and I were on the bus on the way home, he asked if I wanted to listen to Hamilton.  

"Sure," I said, without having a clue what Hamilton was.  Apparently Hamilton is a very (very) popular Broadway Musical about one of America's Founding Fathers, Alexander Hamilton.   

We listened to the first part of the musical until we arrived at our bus stop.  It was good.

The next time we were together on the bus going home, RD offered to share his music again. Naturally, I was keen on finding out what happened to Hamilton, so I brought out my splitter and he resumed our Hamilton playlist.  It was a long bus ride but apparently not long enough for us to finish all the songs.  The story and the songs were so captivating, I didn't really realise that the bus ride home took us longer than usual.

On Fridays, RD doesn't have classes.  However, he said he needed to go to school today so we rode the bus together.  He had mentioned he would be leaving the city early so we surely wouldn't be going home together so when he asked whether I wanted to listen to the continuation of Hamilton, I said yes.  

It ended in tears with the last song.

As I said, I had never heard of Hamilton before all this so I was not really prepared for the ending.  

We were at the Harbour Bridge when the last song played.  The words of the song Who Lives, Who Dies, Who Tells Your Story plus the fact that it was a Friday brought me to tears.  (Poor RD didn't really expect that reaction from me.  Heck, I didn't expect that reaction from me.)   

It was a good musical.  If ticket prices are reasonable, the next time Hamilton comes to Sydney, RD and I will seriously consider watching it.

I look forward to my next bus ride with RD.  I will be armed with my splitter and hopefully I won't be needing tissue paper.

[ELIZA] And when my time is up Have I done enough? Will they tell my story?

[COMPANY] Will they tell your story?

[ELIZA]
Oh, I can’t wait to see you againIt’s only a matter of—
[ELIZA AND COMPANY]
Time

[COMPANY] Will they tell your story? Who lives, who dies, who tells your story? Will they tell your story? Who lives, who dies—

[COMPANY] Time… Time… Time...

[FULL COMPANY]Who tells your story?