I felt a gentle tugging on my hand and noticed Daddy smiling at me and tapping his watch. I let him take the lead as I had no idea where we were going. We turned down 46th Street and stopped in front of a theatre.

I was confused.

"Why are we stopping here?"

"To go and see a show," he said, speaking in a way he might as if I was very little and maybe a bit slow.

"But this is for Hamilton. It's impossible to get tickets to see this," I said.

"Not quite totally impossible," he said, reaching into his jacket pocket. He pulled out a printout showing...