You Are Lin-Manuel Miranda! Can You Avoid Blowing All Your Hamilton Money At The Mall?

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You are acclaimed composer, playwright, and performer Lin-Manuel Miranda. Your melodic Hamilton earned 11 Tony Awards including Best Musical, plus the Grammy for Best Musical Theater Album and the Pulitzer Prize for Drama.

The mall is a glistening palace of industry, a paradise where dozens of stores coexist in the eventual store ordeal. You’ve never been to the mall, but you’ve heard that anything can be bought there.

Since you two are a bit boy growing up in Manhattan, years before you wrote and starred in your first Tony-winning musical, 2008 ’s < i> In The Heights , you fantasy of one day visiting the mall and going on a shopping rampage. Apparently, there is a court filled with food if you get hungry while you shop.

The mall apparently can be pretty expensive though, which is why you haven’t tried inspecting until you stowed away a little piggy bank by having the most popular musical in the world. It’s made decades of hard work to become an internationally renowned Broadway star, but now perhaps, lastly, it will pay off with a excursion to the mall.

You head to the nearest financial adviser you can find, an auditor that owns a tax-preparation storefront announced “TAXES DONE QUICK” near Times Square, wedged between a Dunkin’ Donuts and a CVS pharmacy.

The accountant discern you when you walk in. “Wow, you’re Lin-Manuel Miranda. What are you doing here? ”

“Wow. Okay. I often precisely file taxes for normal people that aren’t fabulously rich Tony Award wins, but sure, I’m happy to give it a shot.” The accountant beats out a calculator and starts trying to piece together the question of repay receipts, royalty checks, and MacArthur Genius Grants you’ve presented him with.

“This will take a little while. Can I give you a goblet of carbonated water while you await? ”

The account crowds up a glass of carbonated water and passes it to you. It’s ice cold and crisp.

“Suit yourself. All right, I better start figuring this out.”

The sparkling water is ice cold and crisp.

You rap about carbonated water. The accountant winks, then fills up a beaker of carbonated water and mutely slides it across the desk.

The accountant stares at you for a pair seconds, then after an tricky stillnes gives a few affable claps of applause.

You take a small sip of sparkling water.

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