Chapter 5: Return from Shopping with the Schuyler Sisters

Once done with the fun and shopping at the mall that I hadn't had in forever, the sisters and I returned to the theater with our treasure. Renée stopped me before I went into the room that was said to be mine

"Hey," she began, "could you get into one of the light blue dresses that we got today," she asked, it was around the time for homecoming dances to either happen or end so they got some long dresses from the clearance section of the clothing store. "There's an interview that's scheduled for today and the reporters told Lin that they want to ask you some questions if that's fine with you?"

I nodded, forcing a smile, "That would be great," I answered as she smiled in turn before leaving for her dressing room. I was a little surprised at how the reporters would want to question a beaten and battered girl who was just an orphan.

An orphan that the three leads of Hamilton saved from being beaten to a pulp and went shopping with one of the same leads.

Once in the room, I started freaking out as I pulled the long dress out. What kind of questions would they ask me? Was I going to be on national television? If I was going to be on television would the previous foster families who abused me find and end me?

I turned on the shower to wash off the sweat that started to build up. There's no use in freaking out about it because the only thing that I could do at the point would be to think. Sometimes thinking brought me down but soon I started thinking about other things. Like what it would mean if someone from the cast adopted me. I could see my friends; I would live long enough to go home. I could tell them about everything I went through since they took me from home.

I stepped out of the shower and wrapped myself in a towel as I started drying my hair for some resemblance of curls. As I was working on my hair I started wondering if any of my friends would be worrying about me. I also started to wonder if this interview would be seen by some of them.

Of course, my theater friends like Maria and Michael would see it since they follow everything Broadway. Maybe some of the choir friends that I made in that early high school thing would see it too. Cassidy would be looking at anything that would bring mention of me and would take a bite at the first thing that said I was alive.

After I ran a curler through my hair, I started applying some light makeup to hide scars and past bruises along with the ever-growing one on my jaw. I then walked over to the dresser and took the dress off of its hanger and headed to the bathroom to put it on.

As I was calming down, readjusting the dressing, and fixing my makeup a knock sounded from my door. "Hey Rose, it's Renée can I come in?"

"Yes," I answered as I walked from the bathroom, she came in and gasped

"Oh, my goodness Rose, you look stunning. All that's needed is some adjustment then you'll be good to go," she said as she adjusted the dress so the straps rested comfortably at the middle of my upper arm. She then looked down at the skirt of the dress pooling on the floor around my feet. "Let me get some shoes that go with that, sit there and I'll be back to tell you what I came here to tell you."

"Okay," I nodded as I sat gingerly on the bed. What could it be that she wanted to talk to me about that I needed to sit down for? She already has two kids, one of them being adopted, wouldn't an abused orphan be too much for her to handle?

Just as that last thought came Renée returned, "Okay, try these on," she began handing me a pair of sparkling blue heels that sort of resemble character shoes without the straps on them. "After you're done, I'll tell you what I came here for," she finished as I grabbed the shoes

I gently slid the shoes on as if they were made of glass, "So," I began as I slid on the last shoe. "What do you want to talk to me about," I asked as she sat next to me on the bed

Renée smiled, then sighed, "Well, do you remember that talk that you had with Lin and I yesterday?"

"Yes, I do," I said with a nod, "I don't tend to forget conversations about fostering or adoption."

Renée smiled sheepishly as I blushed, in truth I remember the key parts of that conversation. A part of me kept thinking that this was a dream and that I'd wake up in the clutches of the Williams

Renée sighed bringing me back to the present, "I talked to him and the rest of the cast and it seems that we all concluded."

Once she said that my heart dropped to the pit of my stomach since most of these discussions never went well with me. "What is the conclusion," I asked as I started straightening my dress in nervousness

This time Renée smiled, the first time since she walked in with the heels, "How would you feel about adoption," she asked me and I froze

"You're kidding," I asked as a grin formed on my face as I finished adjusting my skirt

Renée shook her head as her smile matched my grin, "Not a bit," she answered. "Everyone thought I'd be more capable of taking care of you since I already have adopted a child. They all agreed that I was the best person to adopt you," she explained then chuckled as I attacked her with a hug

"Thank you," I said as I attacked her with a hug, my grin reaching the limits that I met yesterday. I looked up at her because I had a feeling, she was going to say something

"You're welcome, let's go, the interview is going to start soon. Besides, you still have to meet Thayne," she said then she turned her head towards the door as I resumed sitting on the bed but a little straighter. "Thayne, get in here and introduce yourself," she yelled and almost instantly a tall handsome man came running to the door with a smile

"Good evening," he began, "my name is Thayne Jasperson and I play Samuel Seabury," he said in a mocking bow. What is with these people and their mocking bows? Renée and I laughed as he rightened himself. "By the way," he began once more, "Lin says that it's almost time for the interview to start," he finished right before he turned on his heel and left.

"Thank you, Thayne," Renée called out to the disappearing figure who only replied with a thumbs up. "Are you ready? Are the heels fine? Most importantly how are you feeling," she began bombarding me with questions as her mother mode kicked in.

She only stopped when I raised my hands to answer her, "The heels are fine and they fit perfectly," I began once she stopped. "Aside from being nervous I'm fine and everything else is fine," I paused. "Thanks again, for everything," I added as a small smile tugged on my lips

"There isn't a problem from me or anyone else about being nervous," she began. "If you don't mind me asking, why are you nervous about this?"

I stood there like a gaping fish for a minute before I answered, "I'm nervous mostly because of the questions that they may ask me," I began. "What if they ask about my past families? My history? What if they ask a question that I don't even want to answer?"

Renée gently brought me into a tight hug as she rubbed my shoulder, "There's nothing to worry about my dear," she began. "Every single one of us has gone through these thoughts and this kind of a freak out at one point or another. All that you have to do is answer each question as honestly as possible, are you okay with that?" she asked tilting her head as I hugged her back. Once I nodded, she continued, "If you don't want to answer a question you can pass on it and they won't question you about the topic any longer. Now come one, we have questions to answer and people to meet," she said with a smiled as I sat up from the hug

I nodded as I followed her out of the door, as we walked towards her dressing room I started thinking about trust. Something in me kept saying that I could trust all of them but another was telling me not to trust them too soon. For all, I knew they could turn on me just as the Williams did. If they did that it would be harder for me to get away and save myself. Once we reached her dressing one thought refused to leave my head as the both of us entered

Can I trust the cast of Hamilton?