act one

"alexander hamilton"

a brief overview of the man himself

i'm envisioning this as a digital collage. could we put images in with little black corner frames, like pictures in a scrapbook?

IN PROGRESS

for inspiration: lyrics

lyrics	notes
How does a bastard, orphan, son of a whore and a Scotsman,
Dropped in the middle of a forgotten spot in the Caribbean	map
by providence impoverished,
In squalor, grow up to be a hero and a scholar?
The ten-dollar founding father without a father
Got a lot farther by working a lot harder
By being a lot smarter By being a self-starter
By fourteen, they placed him in charge of a trading charter	include his resume/job history?
And every day while slaves were being slaughtered and carted away
Across the waves, he struggled and kept his guard up
Inside, he was longing for something to be a part of
The brother was ready to beg, steal, borrow, or barter
Then a hurricane came, and devastation reigned	hurricane image with text box overlays?
Our man saw his future drip, dripping down the drain
Put a pencil to his temple, connected it to his brain
And he wrote his first refrain, a testament to his pain
Well, the word got around, they said, this kid is insane, man
Took up a collection just to send him to the mainland
Get your education, don't forget from whence you came
And the world is gonna know your name
What's your name, man?
My name is Alexander Hamilton
And there's a million things I haven't done
But just you wait, just you wait
When he was ten his father split, full of it, debt-ridden	who could tell us about alexander's family? could this be an article of some kind?
Two years later, see Alex and his mother bed-ridden	perhaps this information is in one of alex's letters to eliza?
Half-dead sittin' in their own sick, the scent thick
And Alex got better but his mother went quick
Moved in with a cousin, the cousin committed suicide
Left him with nothin' but ruined pride, something new inside voice saying
Alex, you gotta fend for yourself
He started retreatin' and readin' every treatise on the shelf
There would have been nothin' left to do for someone less astute
He woulda been dead or destitute without a cent of restitution
Started workin', clerkin' for his late mother's landlord
Tradin' sugar cane and rum and all the things he can't afford
Scammin' for every book he can get his hands on
Plannin' for the future see him now as he stands on the bow of a ship headed for a new land
In New York you can be a new man	I'm envisioning this as a banner, a transitional element
We are waiting in the wings for you
You could never back down
You never learned to take your time
When America sings for you
Will they know what you overcame?
Will they know you rewrote your game?
The world will never be the same, oh
The ship is in the harbor now
See if you can spot him
Another immigrant comin' up from the bottom
His enemies destroyed his rep America forgot him
We fought with him
Me, I died for him
Me, I trusted him
Me, I loved him
And me, I'm the damn fool that shot him	preview of a post by burr?
There's a million things I haven't done
But just you wait
What's your name, man?
Alexander Hamilton