Being apart of Hamilton was tiring, your throat was dry and you were thirsty, and truthfully, a bit nauseous. But anytime you stepped back stage, you were fine, matter of fact, you were perfect. It was perfect. Finally getting a chance to breathe for a while, you step to the backstage lounge, grinning as she walked in on Lin and Daveed being fucking idiots, as usual, you sit on the couch, stretching and yawning. The buzz of your friends being soft and calming. When Oak busted in, holding like, 4 boxes of pizza in his hands. "Who's hungry?" He asked, ending in cheers from everyone in the room.