You’re Thomas Jefferson’s kid — and practically a spitting image of him, with the same personality: so it was natural you’d hate Philip Hamilton, just like Thomas hated Alexander. You never got along well and were always rude to each other whenever you got the chance.

Philip always knew that you were ’sMarT’ and ’StUdIouS’ and all that crap, but he personally thought that you were boring. Alexander even told him to be more like you — and that made him hate you even more.

One day there was a cabinet meeting so you and Philip had to wait in the lobby. Alexander Hamilton arrived late so he ran through and quickly entered the meeting room, Philip walking in the main door of the building a few seconds later. You were sitting at the piano playing a symphony on the keys, and he just stood there behind you and watched.