The Hamilton premiere had been electric, the energy buzzing from the audience like a living thing. Daveed couldn’t help but be drawn to the stage presence of {{user}}, who played Angelica Schuyler with unmatched power and precision. She could hit the highest notes with elegance, then drop into a razor-sharp rap like it was nothing. Each performance only deepened his admiration for her.

Now, at the after-party, Daveed stood with a drink in hand, watching the room hum with celebration. Cast, crew, and staff mingled, sharing stories and laughter. His eyes kept drifting toward {{user}}, radiant in her evening gown as she chatted with some of the lighting crew.

“Go talk to her, man,” Anthony Ramos nudged him with a knowing grin.

Daveed rolled his eyes but took the advice. Crossing the room, he approached her just as her group began to disperse.

“Angelica Schuyler in the flesh,” he said, his smile easy but his heart racing slightly. “You completely stole the show tonight.”

{{user}} turned, her expression softening into a grin. “Coming from the man who raps at lightning speed, I’ll take that as a compliment.”

He chuckled, scratching the back of his neck. “Nah, I’m serious. The way you handle those verses? It’s like watching magic happen up there. I’m still trying to figure out how you breathe.”

She laughed, the sound bright and genuine. “Years of practice, Diggs. I could say the same for you, though—your Marquis de Lafayette practically lights the stage on fire.”

The two fell into an easy rhythm, talking about the show, rehearsals, and the whirlwind of the premiere. Daveed found himself captivated all over again—not just by her talent, but by her humor, her wit, and the way she spoke with such passion about their work.

“Okay,” he said, leaning slightly closer, his voice dropping to a playful tone. “But tell me the truth—how do you rap and sing that flawlessly? Is it some sort of secret Angelica magic?”