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As the turntable goes purple and thorn-covered, the point of view shifts to Hamilton, by the words of www.hamiltontickets.org, who has a monologue as time freezes and the bullet slowly fires. The slowness emphasizes time freezing as Hamilton’s thoughts race, but also emphasizes inevitability to the viewers. He’s on the edge of the wheel with dancers in the middle like images in a wishing well. On creating this final scene, Miranda was inspired by silence, the one sound he hadn’t yet used. Thus there’s no music, no beat.
Miranda, dressed in black mourning clothes, delivered not a rap but what sounded like a poem; Hamilton’s last flickers of thought and emotion were no longer tethered to a beat or a melody. “I wrote some notes for the beginning of a song someone will sing for me/America you great unfinished symphony/You sent for me,” he said, quietly. Hamilton remembered his wife and friends, snatching at lyrical scraps from earlier songs as his coherence dissipated, the words forming a fractured, evanescent reprise, until he faltered and fell into silence.
He flashes through all the events of his life, starting with the repeated deaths around him and “Burr, my first friend, my enemy.” The ensemble dance around him in a memory of soldiers. As he wonders: Legacy. What is a legacy? It’s planting seeds in a garden you never get to see I wrote some notes at the beginning of a song someone will sing for me America, you great unfinished symphony, you sent for me You let me make a difference.
Eliza in her white gown slips past as he’s on the turntable. All freezes and there’s her loving pink light in the darkness – a single reason to live. However, he only bids her “take your time.” He’s resigned.[The Bullet] appears for a final time as the actual bullet, slowly approaching Hamilton throughout the entirety of his final monologue and coming dangerously close to him as he moves, scatter-brained, across the stage. Halfway through, he steps right in her path, turns back and stumbles out of the way, and as he frantically repeats, “Rise up, rise up, rise up,” she lunges for him, only to be pulled back by another ensemble member as Eliza steps in her path. Once Hamilton has been shot, she joins the ensemble once again, satisfied that the path she’s been on since the beginning has come to an end.
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