Let's go. Fun fact: Washington's and Jefferson's IRL are mostly black. Yet again, I'm aware John Laurens wasn't in South Carolina yet, the musical doesn't exactly give that the time of day.
~Eko.
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"You asked for me," I say.

Token sighs.

"I just wanted to give you a word of advice," he says.

I nod.

"I was younger than you are now when I was given my first command, I led my men straight into a massacre... I witnessed their deaths firsthand," he says.

Fort Necessity is impossible to defend, I'm aware of that thanks to him...

"I made every mistake and felt the shame rise in me," he says.

He started the French and Indian war but he has grown from that.

"And now? I lie awake knowing history has it's eyes on me," He says.

"Yeah?" I ask.

"History has it's eyes on me," he says.

"Yeah," I mutter.

"Let me tell you what I wish I'd known, when I was young and dreamed of glory: You have no control: Who lives, who dies, who tells your story," he says.

He gets up.

"I know that we can win! I know that greatness lies in you," he says.

I smile with pride.

"But remember from here on in.... history has it's eyes on you," he says.

He takes me by the shoulders.

"History has it's eyes on you!"

~Time skip.~

The battle of Yorktown. 1781, this day should go down in history!

"Madame Testaburger!" Bebe says.

"Madame Stevens!" I say.

"In command where you belong," she says.

She wanted this spot but I got to lead!

"How you say, no sweat," I say.

"It's an understandable mistake. After all, comment dit-on is what I'm used to," Bebe says.

"No sweat," I say.

"We're finally on the field," I say, changing the subject.

"I said you shouldn't take the bench," Bebe says.

"Even then. We've had quite the run!" I say.

"Immigrants:" she says.

"We get the job done," both of us say.

"So what happens if we win?" I ask.

She smiles.

"I go back to France! I bring freedom to my people if I'm given the chance," she says.

She pronounces France the American way... she's been here way too long, her accent is fading!

"We'll be with you when you do," I say.

Bebe smiles at me with a wink.

"Go lead your battalion," she says.

She kisses me on the cheek as well. Nichole did the same!

"See you on the other side!" I say.

"'Till we meet again, mon ami," Bebe says.

I have doubt we could meet ones she goes back to France. Shame, she's a beautiful person. We could write but I have doubts of seeing her.

"I am not throwin' away my shot! I am not throwin' away my shot! Hey yo, I'm just like my country, I'm young, scrappy and hungry And I'm not throwin' away my shot! I am not throwin' away my shot!" My soldiers say.

"'Til the world turns upside down... ," I say.

"'Til the world turns upside down... ," they respond.

"I imagine death so much it feels more like a memory! This is where it gets me: on my feet! The enemy ahead of me? If this is the end of me, at least I have a friend with me!" I admit.

It's good to show a little bit of weakness. What do I have? Weapon in my hand, a command, and my men with me... Then I remember my Stan's expecting me...

I was once determined to let my existence and American liberty end together. My Betsey has given me a motive to outlive my pride, I had almost said my honor....

"We gotta go, gotta get the job done! Gotta start a new nation, gotta meet my son!" I say.

Oh no no no. I will not die like this! I will not die with meeting him!

"Take the bullets out your gun!" I say.

"What?"

"The bullets out your gun!" I say.

"What?"

"We move under cover and we move as one! Through the night, we have one shot to live another day!We cannot let a stray gunshot give us away! We will fight up close, seize the moment and stay in it! It's either that or meet the business end of a bayonet," I say.

I look at them.

"The code word is 'Rochambeau', dig me?" I ask.

"Rochambeau!"

"You have your orders! Now go soldiers, go!" I say.

And so the American experiment begins. With my friends all scattered to the winds!

"Go!"

Nichole is in South Carolina, redefining bravery!

"We'll never be free until we end slavery!"

It feels warm. Oh Nichole. Please, stay alive, I'll figure a way for you to stay in my life, I promise! You and Bebe.

When we drive the British away, Bebe is there waiting—

"In Chesapeake bay."

Another warm feeling, admittedly less. America, you great unfinished symphony, I will put you above anything.

This plan is complicated but many would ask.
How did we know that this plan would work?

We had a spy on the inside! That's right!

"Sally Darson!"

The greatest friend I have ever had, mainly because the others are beyond friends but she reminds my best friend. Her slave also made this possible.

"A tailor spyin' on the British government! I take their measurements, information and I smuggle it!"

"Up!"

"To my 'siblings'  revolutionary covenant! I'm runnin' with the Kids of Liberty and I am lovin' it! See, that's what happens when you up against the ruffians! We in the shit now, somebody gotta shovel it!"

Sally Darson... maybe the most actively cursing people I have met.

"I need no introduction! When you knock me down I get the fuck back up again!"

An honorable line really.

"Left! Right! Hold! Go! What! What! What!"

Sally is my favorite Irishwoman and nobody can take that right.

~Time skip.~

After a week of fighting, a young man in a red coat stands on a parapet. We lower our guns as he frantically waves a white handkerchief!

"And just like that, it's over. We tend to our wounded, we count our dead."

I say it but I remember Sally saying it after our first battle.

We all look at Token. It feels like for a moment everything stops.

"Black and white soldiers wonder alike if this really means freedom."

I smile at the thought. I'll see Nichole again!

"Not yet," Token says.

We negotiate the terms of surrender. I see Token Black smile! We escort their men out of Yorktown! They stagger home single file! Tens of thousands of people flood the streets There are screams and church bells ringing and as our fallen foes retreat I hear the drinking song they're singing...

"The world turned upside down," they sing.

"The world turned upside down! The world turned upside down! The world turned upside down! Down Down, down, down," they sing, more joining every single second.

STAN I'M COMING HOME!

"Freedom for America, freedom for France!" Bebe says.

I hug her.

"Down, down, down," they sing.

Craig is smiling at me.

"Gotta start a new nation! Gotta meet my son," I yell, crying.

"Down, down, down," they sing.

"We won!"

"We won!"

I can just imagine their reactions! And my Stan! My son, my new nation, it'll start over, all of it!

"The world turned upside down!" We all sing.