Wait For It | a Hamilton fanfiction | wattys 2017

Chapter 185

Lana walked into the nearly-empty restaurant. The back room had been reserved for the Hamilton cast only. She was probably one of the first ones to arrive.

The seats were labeled, probably just to keep track of how many chairs they needed.

"I'm with Phillipa Soo," Lana told the host at the desk. He checked his sheet, glancing over it once, then twice. Lana was left shifting her weight awkwardly from one foot to the other as she waited.

"I'm not seeing a Phillipa Soo here," he said, looking back up at Lana.

She peered over the desk. "Um, Philip Asoo, then?" she said, unable to keep the amusement from her voice. "There may have been miscommunication. Her name's not Philip."

"I have to check your name off the list, Miss Asoo was very specific," the host told Lana, still pronouncing Pippa's name wrong.

"Lana Carnell."

Lana prayed that the host would find her name quickly, for his sake, and for her sanity.

The host looked up after a minute, his face beginning to turn red. "I'm not seeing a Lana Carnell here. Whoever took this order was not very good with audio," he said. He handed Lana the list of guests.

Lana scanned the paper. Carleigh was under 'Corey Bastille', Jazzy was 'Yasmeen Sayfast Jones'. Almost every cast member's name was wrong. The only ones that had been spared were Kaitlyn and Anthony. And Oak, miraculously.

"There, it's under 'Allan Carpet,'" Lana told him, pointing to her name. "Here, give me a pen."

And that was how Lana spent ten minutes of her life deciphering her friend's names out of gibberish.

Once she was finally done, the host thanked her profusely and then led her to the table.

The back room was lit fairly dimly, with warm yellow lights on the tables and hanging from the ceiling. The tablecloth was sprinkled with little confetti stars, and there were yellow sunflowers placed along the long table.

"Hey, you got past the host dude," Brett exclaimed, seeing Lana walk in.

"I took pity on him and translated all of the rest of the names," Lana laughed. "It was kind of amusing."

"So they did Jazzy as 'Yasmeen' but then they did Jessa's as 'Jasmine', how does that even work out?" Brett asked, smirking.

"I have no idea."

Everyone gradually filtered in, blissfully unaware of the name catastrophe that the list had been. They all sat down- Lana ended up next to Pippa and Jessa. She wasn't surprised. Pippa was clinging to Lana as long as possible, it seemed, and Lana and Jessa just naturally gravitated toward each other.

As everyone chatted and laughed, knowing that it was their last time together, Lana couldn't help but sit back and watch it all happen. They really were like family. Perhaps more so than Lana's actual family. Well, Olivia was a great sister, and Lana's mom. But her dad...

The tour had been what Lana had needed, even though she hadn't know it at the time. It had gotten her away from James for a while, and away from her dad's drinking problems. And she'd stopped denying her crush on Jessa.

"A toast," Oak announced. "To the future."

"And the hope that you provide," Lana couldn't help but add.

"May you always be satisfied," Pippa chimed in.

"And may the force be with us," one of the guys shouted.

"Shut up, Brett," Lana heard Kaitlyn say.

The food was amazing. There was even cake. Lana never understood theatre people's obsession with cake. She elected to eat the golden frosted cookies, instead.

"I'm going to miss you," Pippa said halfway through the celebration, holding on to Lana tightly. "Take care of yourself, okay? Don't let anyone treat you like James did. You deserve so much more than that."

"And you deserve every ounce of happiness that you get," Lana replied, hugging Pippa back. "I'm going to try and get to Sound of Music when I can. Look for me in the audience."

"You look for me, too. I promise we'll see each other again."

"Oh, Pippa, we're not even flying out yet," Lana reminded her. "We still have tonight. People don't really start leaving until later. We'll do goodbyes then."

"I know, but all the time in the world won't be enough with my favorite Angelica."

"Renee is your favorite."

"How long does it take for you to figure out that I never compare you to Renee? Right now, you're my Angelica. Renee is Renee. I'm cherishing my time with you as my Angelica, because tomorrow, you'll just be Lana, because we won't be in Hamilton together anymore."

"I don't know if that makes sense, but okay," Lana laughed. "You'll always be Eliza, and Pippa, to me."

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well, this is one of anna and I's personal favorite chapters, i hope you enjoyed. sorry for starving you children. don't be afraid to bug us on our personal accounts about updating haha

-abby