#lackety lac

I relate deeply to Alex Lacamoire in every area of life.

For weeks, you were the first to get into the theatre and the last to leave, since you wanted to prove to Lac that you were worth it, that you were good and a fast learner. The only solid food you consumed were protein bars, and you didn’t know what sleep was anymore. Lac noticed that you were pushing yourself too hard, but he didn’t say nothing because, even if you managed his work and technically had to act like his assistant, you were always elsewhere, because he simply didn’t need you as an assistant; and when he did, you made sure to do all the work without having to stay too close to him. Why? Well, simply because you were developing a crush on the man, and didn’t know how to act or what to do around him. He was still your boss, you couldn’t do anything. You were too scared to ruin something. “[Y/N], I need you to stay here with me after the show.” Said Lac, when Who Lives, Who Dies, Who Tells Your Story was about to start. You nodded, feeling your heart speed up and your hands tremble. Were you in trouble? He never asked you to stay behind, you did it on purpose, on your own. You wanted to practice on the piano, and Alex knew, because he had heard you play, not only parts he composed or helped to compose, or famous tunes, but also parts he had never heard, and witnessed you write them down too. Lin knew this too, he had talked with you about your little secret and he even gave you advice, because he had heard you, more than once. He thought you were brilliant. Soon, too soon, the show ended and everyone started to go away. Lin came by, and asked you and Lac if you wanted to join him, his wife, Tommy, and the rest of the guys for drinks; but both of you declined, and Lin winked to Lac with a knowing smile. “So…” you started to say, your smile was nervous, your shoulder tense, your hands fidgeted with the hem of your shirt and you decided if it was best if you fixed your eyes on the floor. “So…” Alex repeated, talking your hand and guiding you to sit on the floor, next to him. You lifted your gaze, meeting the warm one of the man, who was smiling at you. “D-did I do something wrong?” you gulped, tears were already menacing to spill out. Lac’s eyes widened, “No no no no no! On the contrary. Your work is magnificent. You are just pushing yourself too much. I admire your strength, [Y/N], but when was it the last time you had a solid 9h of sleep?” He said, while you looked guilty and just lifted your shoulders. “Also, I may have discovered that you have a pretty talent. May I be your first spectator?” he said, getting up from the floor and offering you a hand to take. Hesitantly, you got to the piano, Lac was sitting next to you, smiling encouragingly. You took a deep breath, closed the eyes and slowly pressed your fingers to the keys, listening to the sound coming out from the piano, synchronizing with the sound of your heart. When you finished your piece, you opened your eyes, only to see Lac crying and smiling. “That was…that was incredible. You are so talented. I’ve never heard something like that…it’s…I’ve no words for it. Just, wow.” He said, then you and he moved back to the office, where you sat on the floor and just talked and talked, until when Alex decided to call it a night and took you home. For the next weeks, you two grew a strong bond, you were happier and started to show up in time, not too early like before. People started to notice that link that started to grow between Lac and you, since you two were now almost inseparable. Lin even started to sing the “Lac and [Y/N], sitting in the tree, KISSING”, that owned a “very mature, Lin. Very mature” from both you and Lac. You were starting to fall for the guy, and were almost sure he was falling for you too. You needed a friend’s advice. “I think he likes me, Gee.” “Aaaaaand? I mean, he’s an attractive man, you are attractive. I don’t see where the problem is?” she took a drag from her cigarette. “Ugh” You said, taking your head in your hands and sighing loudly. “He has a picture of me sleeping as is background picture on his phone,” you said, unconsciously smiling to yourself. “Ok that is A+ cuteness. Are you sure you are not a couple?” she said. “Positive, I mean. I’d know if I had a boyfriend or not, right?” you answered, looking in her direction, closing your eyes because the sun was too bright. “Yeah,” she replied. A loud ‘ping!’ bought you two back to New York, it was your phone. From: Lackey Hey, need you to stay after tonight. I need to ask you something, it’s important. Xx To: Lackey Yo, ok. Do I need to worry? Xx From: Lackey No. See you later. Xx “OH MY GOD. HE LOVES YOU. TWO KISSES, GIRL THIS IS LOVE.” Gee couldn’t contain herself; and you two were in Central Park to eat lunch and spend some time together, since she wasn’t working as a tech anymore, but she was an understudy for Peggy/Maria, even if she was very white. “Jesus fucking Christ, wouldn’t you stop screaming; would ya? We always put two kisses every fucking where it’s not a big deal. Besides, he only likes me because of my music. There’s no way he’d like me in a romantic way.” You replied, putting your head on the table in front of you. You heard Gee groan, then dropped the argument. The two of you relaxed for a few moments, before deciding it was time for you to go to the theatre and start your day. The Richard Rodgers was as frenetic as the first time you walked in, people running everywhere, some shouting, some vocalizing, other singing. You spotted Lin running after Groff with his phone out, probably because he wanted to film another Vine, and Leslie chatting with Pip and Renée. You waved at everyone and went into your office, downstairs, where you could relax for a little bit, before starting to test the microphone of the stage, that everything was in order in the orchestra pit, and that the mixes were in the right places. Once you did that, your job was done until the beginning of the show, where you had to control every microphone, making them louder or fainter, muting one, giving them time… It was a hard work, but it was so satisfying knowing you were an important part of the show. Eventually, the final bow came, and the daring moment was getting closer and closer. Again, like the first night you two started to talk, everyone left, leaving you two alone. You sat on the piano and played a lazy tune, to distract yourself while waiting for Lac to come, since he wasn’t there yet. Your choice fell on a song you loved and you knew by heart, The Music Of The Night, by Andrew Lloyd Webber. Alex waltzed in the room, softly singing the song, sitting next to you and playing a Quattro mani with you. “Hey” you said, a deep smile made its way to your face while your eyes meet his “Hey to you too” he replied, smiling back. You two played for a little while, he knew you were tense and he didn’t want to ruin the moment. But then, he told you to stop playing, while he played for you a song he had composed for your ears and your ears only (well, yours and the ones of the Ghost of the Richard Rodgers). “Alex, this is beautiful.” You said, caressing his cheek and smiling lovingly. He took your hands in his and lowered his head to be close to yours. Your breath itched, and you panicked. “How’s it called?” you whispered “It’s, called,” Alex took a deep breath, while fixing his dark eyes in yours “Please be mine?” at which you answered with a kiss.

Today's Ham4Ham featuring the Queen of Hamilton, Phillipa Soo and Alex Lacamoire!