{1 year later..}

{Philip's P. O. V:} {Age??: 22}

Me, and Uncle John look at my pop's, he voted for Jefferson... and now is in a duel with burr....

I was really nervous..

I sang worried.

"One. two. three. four. five. six. seven. eight. nine..."

Burr sang:

"There are ten things you need to know.."

I said..

"Number one!"

Burr said:

"We rowed across the Hudson at dawn
My friend, William P. Van Ness signed on as my.."

I shouted

"Number two!"

"Hamilton arrived with his crew:
Nathaniel Pendleton and a doctor that he knew.."

I stand up and said..

"Number three!"

Burr sang..
"I watched Hamilton examine the terrain
I wish I could tell you what was happ'ning in his brain
This man has poisoned my political pursuits!"

I sighed.. and said..

"Most disputes die and no one shoots!
Number four!"

Burr looked at my dad..

"Hamilton drew first position
Looking, to the world, like a man on a mission
This is a soldier with a marksman's ability
The doctor turned around so he could have deniability.."

I looked away from burr..

"Five!"

Burr said with my father... including me..

"Now I didn't know this at the time
But we were near the same spot (Near the same spot)
Your son died, is that why (My son died, is that why)!?"

"Number six.."

Burr sang...

"He examined his gun with such rigor?
I watched as he methodically fiddled with the trigger."

I sighed.. again...

"Seven!"

Burr sang..

"Confession time? Here's what I got:
My fellow soldiers'll tell you I'm a terrible shot."

'Number eight!"

Burr and pops sang.

"Your last chance to negotiate
Send in your seconds, see if they can set the record straight.."

He sang something..

"They won't teach you this in your classes
But look it up, Hamilton was wearing his glasses
Why? If not to take deadly aim?
It's him or me, the world will never be the same,
I had only one thought before the slaughter:
This man will not make an orphan of my daughter."

"Number nine!" I was now scared..

Burr yelled.

"Look him in the eye, aim no higher
Summon all the courage you require
Then count:"

I yelled.

"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine.
Number ten, paces! Fire!"

"Pop's! N-no!" But the world stopped.. what?

My father said..

"I imagine death so much it feels more like a memory
Is this where it gets me, on my feet, sev'ral feet ahead of me?
I see it coming, do I run or fire my gun or let it be?
There is no beat, no melody,
Burr, my first friend, my enemy...
Maybe the last face I ever see,
If I throw away my shot, is this how you'll remember me?
What if this bullet is my legacy?"

He looked at me and uncle lauren's... with tear's..

"Legacy. What is a legacy?
It's planting seeds in a garden you never get to see
I wrote some notes at the beginning of a song someone will sing for me
America, you great unfinished symphony, you sent for me
You let me make a difference a place where even orphan immigrants
can leave their fingerprints and rise up
I'm running out of time. I'm running, and my time's up wise up!
Wise up. Eyes up!"

He then looks at me and uncle lauren's..

"I catch a glimpse of the other side
Laurens is waiting for me on the other side,
My son is on the other side.
He's with Francesca on the other side.
Washington and my Mother is watching from the other side.
Teach me how to say goodbye!
Rise up, rise up, rise up...
Eliza!"

He looks at a image of mama.. n-no..

"My love, take your time
I'll see you on the other side
Raise a glass to freedom..."

"POP'S! NO-" I shouted.

{He aims his pistol at the sky}

Burr shouted.

"Wait!'

B A N G .

"Pops?" I said with tear's..

Mister burr said..

"I strike him right between his ribs..
I walk towards him, but I am ushered away..
They row him back across the Hudson,
I get a drink.."

{Aaaah
Aaaah
Aaaah}

(A few hour's later...)

I sang..

"He hear's wailing in the streets..." As i walk through some people...

{Aaaah
Aaaah
Aaaah}

"Somebody tells him, "You'd better hide."" I notice he was upset..

{Aaaah
Aaaah
Aaaah}

Burr and me sang.

"They say-"

"Angelica and Eliza..."

"Were both at his side when he died.." Seeing pop's dead while ma was holding him...

I cried... i fell to my knee's.. i couldn't take it, me and pop's were dead..

Mister burr sang..

"Death doesn't discriminate,
Between the sinners and the saints,
It takes and it takes and it takes.
History obliterates,
In every picture it paints,
It paints me and all my mistakes.
When Alexander aimed at the sky,
He may have been the first one to die..
But I'm the one who paid for it,
I survived, but I paid for it..."

A soul appear's in front of me and uncle..

"Now I'm the villain in your history.."

"Pops?!" I shouted, he was shining..

"I was too young and blind to see...
I should've known,"

"Son?" He was coming back! "Pops! It's me!" I shouted.

"I should've known the world was wide enough for both Hamilton and me..."

"Son.." He looked at me with tear's.. he was tearing up. "Pa... it's me.." I said smiling with tear's.

"The world was wide enough for both Hamilton and me.."

"John? Philip?" He said with tear's in his eyes. I couldn't take it anymore, i hugged him and started sobbing, he smiled at me, i'd smiled back... we were reunited.. He hugged back, and Uncle John hugged him too.

Philip: You can now ask! Welcome!

Chesca: Yep! Welcome Everyone!!

John and Alexander we're talking of some sort after he was revived. Philip smiled at this.

{Well, there will be a sequel soon to this book... This is my first completed book! So, peace out!}

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