Ten Years, Still Non-Stop
Ten years ago, the lights went up, And history began to rap. A scrappy, hungry orphan son And my feet started to tap... And every theatre kid was sold— We breathed the magic in the air.
Now it’s ten years—TEN!—and my heart Is doing cabinet battle flips, I hum “My Shot” in grocery lines, And air-write lyrics on my lips.
I dream of spinning turntables, And of duels at dawn, Of the Schuyler sisters arm in arm...
This week I’ll raise my Playbill high, A proud, dramatic, crying mess— Because Hamilton taught me to try, To fight, to love, to say “yes.”
Ten years gone, but the fire’s still warm, And the story still pulls us in close— And I can’t wait to scream along, Front row… or just in my bedroom, though.















