When it's Time to Walk Away

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When it's Time to Walk Away


Broadway performer Morgan Marcell (Matayoshi) on walking away from something good to pursue what lights you up.

Morgan Marcell is a force.

You might know that from hearing her on the Hamilton cast album, seeing her on Broadway, or maybe you saw her on TV that time she performed at The Grammys.

(If you’re a super Hamilton fan you definitely saw her perform “My Shot” as Alexander Hamilton for a few minutes outside The Richard Rogers theater, or caught a glimpse of her at The White House performance.)

I know it because I met her backstage at Hamilton once where her smile literally changed the electricity in a room already lit up with stars (and cake).

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7 lessons from the artist who gave me permission to dream

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7 lessons from the artist who gave me permission to dream

What did you like to do when you were a kid?

I've been thinking about that question a lot lately.

I put snails in a jar.

I wrote plays.

I acted in my own plays and one-woman shows. (Thank goodness YouTube did not exist then).

I memorized and performed scenes from The Little Mermaid.

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Following Your Obsessions

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Following Your Obsessions


Musician Will Wells on following your obsessions and investing in your craft (Part 2 of 2)

We meet outside the Richard Rogers Theater, where Hamilton: An American Musical, a project Will worked on not too long ago, is currently playing to sold out crowds (and a few months later wins 11 Tony's). Will just finished saying hello to his old friends backstage; he is based in LA. We were originally supposed to do this interview on the phone, but somehow, we both ended up in New York City in the same week.

After a whirlwind backstage at the Richard Rogers we set off to the recording studio.

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Backstage at Hamilton

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Backstage at Hamilton


Going behind-the-scenes of Hamilton with musician Will Wells (Part 1 of 2)I can’t believe what just happened.

I’m crying on an airplane, face pressed against the glass of the window after 24 hours in New York City for my 29th birthday.

I’m half hoping the guy next to me can’t see me crying, and half feeling like “It’s my birthday and I’ll cry if I want to!”

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