I just need to say that I saw the show last night for the second time. The first time I saw it was in September 2015, and while I'm a little scared to admit this here... I kind of hated it. Partly because I was sitting in the rear mezzanine and had absolutely no clue what was going on the whole show... couldn't understand the lyrics, couldn't tell the characters apart from that far away, the usher was incredibly loud and distracting, the people around me were being fidgety, my back was killing me in that tight seat, etc. It looked like the ants were doing something cool on stage, but damned if I understood it. I also hate to admit here that I think LMM is a brilliant writer, but his voice makes me cringe, speaking and singing. It made me hate the character of Alexander Hamilton, which is the opposite of what we're supposed to feel. Basically, for the last year+, I've been bitching about this show and the overhype and groaned any time anyone would mention it.
Nine months ago, before my over saturation annoyance really crept in, I was in the right place at the right time online and bought a third row orchestra ticket for January because I thought it deserved a second chance. And last night... I finally got it. Being able to see the characters, and follow the plot, and understand the lyrics... it made all the difference in the world. I thought Javier was so compelling and endearing, and I finally understood the character and his motivations. I had a lump in my throat the entire time, and basically sobbed my way through Act 2. (Especially in "One Last Time," knowing that Obama was delivering his final speech at that exact time.) I can't say that the entire cast was mindblowing - I understand why the OBC Tony winners won - but it didn't matter. I get the hype now, and I'm really looking forward to digging into the cast recording and the Hamiltome to truly get to the root of the brilliant writing, now that I'm coming at it with fresh eyes.
Anyway, you don't know me, but I wanted to formally send my apology out to the Hamilton obsessives. You were right; I was wrong. I am finally satisfied.