“Hamilton is inaccurate?” Margot asked, raising her eyebrows. “There’s, like, no way that’s true! I mean, like I’m not an idiot. I know they weren’t singing and dancing and that whole shebang, but you’re telling me that what I saw on Broadway is wrong? I can’t believe Broadway would ever do that to me,” she shook her head. “She, like, is always so right. She’s a Leo, you know, and their like notorious for being right. It’s a fact,” Margot did always seem to get off topic when she was talking. “Oh my god! I’m, like, totally so stupid. When I say Broadway, I mean I have a friend in New York named Broadway… now that I think about that, that’s like really confusing,” the brunette explained. “But you’re like a teacher? That’s so brave of you! Love that for you though. Couldn’t be me.”
“it’s not totally inaccurate, marco ortiz did do a very good job sticking to as many actual historical facts as he could, but you know - it’s theater, so somethings do have to be glorified, some glossed over, it has to fit within a small time frame, so theres no blame. it’s just - not completely accurate. no fault to him.” leon shrugged, listening to the following words from the girl, his eyebrows knitting together in confusion. though as she began to clarify, he laughed softly, “ah - you had me there, i was a bit confused. but yes i am, a history teacher at the high school. it’s great, but totally not for everyone, i get it.”