Chapter one: the three mukacocks
It was a long dark cock- I mean night as Alexander was on a midnight stroll uptown in the center of the city. He was on his way home from hanging out with Aaron Burr and some of his other friends when he decided to go back home to Eliza early, after his son Philip died in a duel he decided he would be with his wife supporting her as much as he could. He looked up, “such a beautiful dark sky out tonight.. barely any clouds" he muttered to himself. “Philip would like this view.”
CRASH
“Oh I’m so sorry sir!! I didn't mean to walk into you I just-”
“it's no problem” Alexander said startled, he looked down to see the man who apologised on the ground. ‘he must've fallen from crashing into me’ Alexander thought to himself “here I'll help you up" he extended his arm out to the stranger “thank you sir!.. may I ask what's your name? You look familiar” the stranger grabbed Alexander's hand and stood up. “oh.. my name? Its Hamilton, Alexander Hamilton” the stranger chuckled “ah! I recognise you now! I've read many of your written works.” Alexander gave a weak smile, hoping he wasn't hinting at the Reynolds pamphlet “You frequent this area quite a lot don't you? You seem to know your way around” Hamilton stared at the stranger and let out a slight laugh “haha.. yeah I've lived up here for quite awhile..” the stranger looked up at Hamilton “ah how rude of me! I haven't even given you my name! You can call me Mr. Hernandez, I work at the local music shop.” “You’re a musician?” Alex asked. “indeed! Not a very successful one yet but I'm working on becoming world famous recognized for my music!” Hamilton smiled “And how are you going to accomplish that?” he inquired. “I'm actually in a band ya know? That's my starting point” Mr. Hernandez said as he smiled at Hamilton “I hope to see you as a famous musician in the future then Mr. Hernandez.” Alex said as he started to walk off “Hey! Mr. Hamilton! Remember this names until you see me again! Three muskacocks! That's the name of my band, and you better believe you'll be hearing about it again someday on the news or TV!” Mr. Hernandez ran off with that, as Hamilton laughed and stared as he ran off, silently hoping he could meet him again someday. ‘familiar’ he muttered to himself. ‘that man seemed familiar’
