#WatercoolerWednesday, whaaaattt! A “woman of maturity” fangirls over Lin-Manuel Miranda

Hey, gang! Angel Payne here, taking a turn to hog the space at the NGWN watercooler with my new favorite subject:

the inimitable

sexier-than-hell

Lin-Manuel.

See how I did that? Yeah, that’s called white girl hip-hop for you–and is also my little way of an ode to the newest Broadway crush for many of us: Lin-Manuel Miranda.

For anyone who’s been out of the loop on this hot hunk, let me give you the scoopage on why he is the new piece of the Great White Way we are all fanning ourselves over. The creator, writer, and star of Broadway’s Hamilton didn’t just compose a two-hour piece of verbal mastery. He devoted himself to this thing. Let me repeat. DEVOTED. HIMSELF. For SEVEN. YEARS. (Translation: if he threw himself this passionately into writing a musical, you can imagine what else he does with great…errrmmm…passion…)

Case in point: it took him a FULL YEAR (yes–one song, one YEAR) to write My Shot (one of the best numbers in the show, but do NOT make me pick a favorite) because he wanted to “properly reflect Alexander Hamilton’s intellect” in the piece. His dedication to this project–to the detail and heart and soul of EVERY amazing project in his life–is so worthy of admiration and respect. He’s truly a creative genius to look up to!

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Oh, and by the way: LMM is a VERY hot Puerto Rican, with the dark eyes and come-hither grin to prove it. On top of THAT, he’s a devoted dad to his son and is utterly smitten with his wife. Don’t believe me? Here is the SONNET (yes, a freaking sonnet) he wrote for her when accepting one of the 12 Tony Awards Hamilton received earlier this year:

My wife’s the reason anything gets done.
She nudges me towards promise by degrees.
She is a perfect symphony of one.
Our son is her most beautiful reprise.
We chase the melodies that seem to find us
Until they’re finished songs and start to play.
When senseless acts of tragedy remind us
That nothing here is promised, not one day
This show is proof that history remembers.
We live through times when hate and fear seem stronger.
We rise and fall, and light from dying embers
Remembrances that hope and love last longer.
And love is love is love is love is love is love is love is love;
Cannot be killed or swept aside.
I sing Vanessa’s symphony; Eliza tells her story.
Now fill the world with music, love, and pride.

 

 

So you can see why I am swoony

Maybe a bit goony

Over the Wednesday watercooler man

A freakin’ genius named Lin…ohhhh, man…

Dang. The white girl tried, right?

 

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