I am DONE with act one (oh fuck) after this. Fun Fact about Aaron Burr: He was the lawyer of Maria's. Yet again, this is complete shit. It's hard to make this work. Even if this is the #6 favourite song I have on my list of Hamilton songs.
~Eko.
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After the war I went back to New York.

"After the war I went back to New York," Wendy says.

"Finished up my studies and I practiced law," I say.

"I practiced law, Tucker worked next door," Wendy says.

She buries herself in her work, it's rather concerning because... even through we started at the very same time, Wendy Testaburger begin to climb.... only due to how hard she works. That's the only way to explain it. She is still grief ridden by Nichole.... but I believe that to be quite fine considering they were somewhere beyond friends, I could tell that.

But hey. I'm supposed to understand this but.... how to account for her rise to the top, man, the woman is non-stop.

"Gentlemen of the jury! I'm curious, bear with me! Are you aware that we're making history?
This is the first murder trial of our brand-new nation, the liberty behind deliberation," she says.

She is absolutely non-stop.

"I intend to prove beyond a shadow of a doubt with my assistant counsel," Wendy says, letting out all she has to say.

"Co-counsel! Testaburger, sit down," I say.

She does as told, slowly. I'm aware of the fact she is driven in her work but there must be more! Why is she like this? Other than Nichole!

She has always expressed grief this way...

"Our client Jimmy Valmer is innocent! Call your first witness," I say.

I look at Wendy.

"That's all you had to say," I say.

"Okay! One more thing!" Wendy says.

She jumps over the desk to be in front of it. She's always been smart.... but now there is the added pressure of Nichole's memory...
....she wants to build a legacy, not only for herself but for Nichole and Stan as well.

"Why do you assume you're the smartest in the room?" I ask, looking at her.

Why do you assume you're the smartest in the room, that isn't what makes your legacy. Why do you assume you're the smartest in the room? It's not going to take the tools and build you a history. Take it in your own hands, you've already fought, this doesn't even matter anymore. You have nothing to lose! But honestly.

"Soon that attitude will be your doom," I mutter, watching her talk.

She comes back and starts writing again.

"Why do you write you're running out of time?" I ask her.

Write day and night like you're running out of time? Every day you fight, like you're running out of time. That doesn't work..... Wendy'll tire out. And as much as we are different, I still consider her a sort of friend.

"Keep on fighting in the meantime," I say.

She's non-stop.

"Corruption's such an old song that we can sing along in harmony and nowhere is it stronger than in Albany! This colony's economy's increasingly stalling and honestly, that's why public service seems to be calling me," Wendy says.

She's just non-stop.

"I practiced the law, I practically perfected it! I've seen injustice in the world and I've corrected it! Now for a strong central democracy. If not, then I'll be Socrates. Throwing verbal rocks at these mediocrities," Wendy says.

~Time skip~

I take the drink in my house.

"Testaburger at the constitutional convention," I say.

"I was chosen for the constitutional convention"

"There as a New York junior delegate," I say.

"Now what I'm gonna say may sound indelicate."

"Goes and proposes his own for of government!" I say.

"What?"

"Her own plan for a new form of government!" I tell him.

"What?"

"Talks for six hours, the convention is listless," I say.

"Bright young man."

"Yo, who the f is this?"

Oh Wendy. Why do you always say what you believe. Seriously! Why do you always say what you believe? Every proclamation guarantees free ammunition for your enemies!

"Why do you write like it's going out of style? Write day and night like it's going out of style!"

And so, I would love to understand her. Every day you fight like it's going out of style...Do what you do but I can't understand you, Wendy, I really can't.

There is a knock on the door and I open it.

"Wendy?"

"Craig Tucker, sir."

"But it's the middle of the night!" I say.

"Can we confer, sir?" She asks.

"Is this a legal matter?" I ask.

"Yes and it's important to me," she says.

"What do you need?" I ask.

"Sir, you're a better lawyer than me," she says.

"Okay."

"I know I talk too much, I'm abrasive! You're incredible in court
You're succinct, persuasive! My client needs a strong defense, you're the solution," she says.

"Whose your client?" I ask.

"The new U.S constitution," she says.

"No!"

"Hear me out!"

"No way!" I say.

"A series of essays, anonymously published defending the document to the public," she says.

"No one will read it," I state.

"I disagree," she says.

"And if it fails?" I ask.

"Tucker! That's why we need it!" She says.

"The constitution is a mess," I say.

"So it needs amendments," she admits.

"It's full of contradictions!" I say.

"So is independence! We have to start somewhere," she says.

"No! No way!" I say.

"You're making a mistake!" She says.

"Good night," I say.

"Hey!" She says.

"I have a daughter don't be so loud," I say.

"Sorry," She says.

She takes a step to me.

"What are you waiting for? What do you stall for?" She asks.

"What?" I ask.

"We won the war! What was it all for? Do you support this constitution?" She asks.

"Of course," I say.

"Then defend it!" She says.

"And what if you're backing the wrong horse?" I ask.

"Tucker, we studied and we fought and we killed! For the notion of a nation we now get to build! For once in your life, take a stand with pride! I don't understand how you stand to the side," she says.

I get her out of my house, the steps she has taken in.

"I'll keep all my plans close to my chest," I say.

She's slowly goes back first.

"I'll wait here and see, which way the wind will blow! I'm taking my time watching the afterbirth of a nation, watching the tension grow!" I say.

~Time skip and change to third person.~

"I am sailing off to London, I'm accompanied by someone, who always pays! I have found a wealthy husband who will keep me in comfort for all my days! He is not a lot of fun, but there's no one who can match you for turn of phrase," Kyle says.

He kisses Wendy on the forehead.

"My Wendy," he says.

"Kyle," Wendy says.

"Don't forget to write!" Kyle says.

Wendy goes home, immediately, Stan grabs her.

"Look at where you are, look at where you started! The fact that you're alive is a miracle, just stay alive, that would be enough! And if your husband could share a fraction of your time... if I could grant you peace of mind! Would that be enough?" Stan asks.

They kiss. Truly, Wendy is a female tomcat.

Finally, Wendy joins forces with Tweek Tweak and Scott Malkison to write a series of essays, defending the new United States constitution, entitled The Federalist papers! The plan was to write a total of twenty-five essays, the work divided evenly among the three. In the end, they wrote eighty-five essays, in the span of six months.

Tweek Tweak got sick after writing five.

Scott Malkison wrote 29...

Wendy wrote...

THE OTHER FIFTY-ONE!

Many ask it now....

"How do you write like you're
running out of time? Write day and night like you're running out of time?"

"Every day you fight like you're running out of time."

"Like you're running out of time."

"Are you running out of time?"

"How do you write like tomorrow won't arrive? How do you write like you need it to survive? How do you write ev'ry second you're alive? Every second you're alive? Every second you're alive?"

And so Wendy walk in front of Toke Black.

"They are asking me to lead, I am doing the best I can... to get the people that I need! I'm asking you to be my right hand woman," Token says.

"Treasury or State?" Wendy asks quietly.

"I know it's a lot to ask," Token says.

"Treasury or State?" Wendy asks, slight louder now.

"To leave behind the world you know!" Token says.

"Sir, do you want me to run the Treasury or State department?" Wendy asks.

"Treasury."

"Let's go."

And when Wendy gets done doing her things home after coming home, a conversation with her husband begins.

"Wendy," he says, quietly.

"I have to leave!" Wendy says.

"Wendy!" Stan says louder.

"Look around, look around at how lucky we are to be alive right now," Wendy says.

Stan backs away as the woman comes forwards.

"Helpless," He says.

Wendy's thoughts are full.

They're asking me to lead—

Helpless—

Look around, isn't this enough—?

"She will never be satisfied," Stan says, remembering what his 'brother' told him.

She will never be satisfied
Satisfied
Satisfied
She will never be satisfied
Satisfied
Satisfied.

"History has it's eyes on you!"

I am not throwing away my shot, Wendy thinks.

"I am not throwing away my shot," Wendy says.

I am Wendy Testaburger!

"I am not throwin' away my shot!"