Dear Evan Hansen Novels & Stories

"Are you deaf?" This time, Evan roared. "I said, why should I kneel before you? Do you even deserve it? Oh, right. From now on, I'm no longer Evan Solberg. My name is Evan Norwood!" His roar sounded like a lightning strike, causing Hazel, Roxanne, and Anya's ears to ring in agony. Hazel froze. Roxanne and Anya felt like they were looking at a stranger. Was this still the same man they knew?

He was prescribing some medications to a patient, but now that he had turned, Kira’s body stiffened, and her eyes remained glued to the beauty she had not seen in 6 years. Even though they all shared the same striking features, she could always tell their difference. And this man in a crisp white doctor’s coat was none other than Alex Thorne of the Blackwood brothers. The one whose soft smile always left her giggling while she replayed the thoughts of what his lips would feel like against hers.

He even said that I had large eyes. “Have a seat,” Madam Helen waved her hands towards the seats around the table. We took our respective seats, waiting for her to introduce why she called us out there. “You are my daughter’s fiancé?” she finally acknowledged Evan’s presence. Evan quickly nodded. “What do you do for a living?” Grandma asked and my heart dropped as I exchanged glances with Evan. “He…” Madam Helen’s raised hand shut me up. “He is not dumb, is he?” I knew it would surely come to this.

That was what led to everything that was happening. Evan swept a glance at everyone, and his gaze eventually fell onto Chase. “Can you please release him?” “No!” Chase replied coldly. Hanks immediately explained what happened. Evan frowned when he found out Evan was being humiliated because of him. He looked at Chase and said, “My name is Evan Waterson of the Watersons. I’d like to ask that you let Wendell go on account of my family…” Chase shook his head and said, “Who do the Watersons think they are? Do you want to end up like him? If not, get out!”

Evan walked around his desk and stopped in front of her, his intimidating straight posture didn't fail to affect Helena as she cowered back though she was fumed at his question. Evan invaded her personal space, getting on her face, “Helena!” His voice held authority but Helena pressed her hands to his chest and shoved him back though He didn't budge. “You tell me what that was, Evan Conan Hemsworth!” Helena asked sharply.

I didn't recognize them though. "That's my parents' best friends, Halley and Martin. They have a son together but he's spending the summer with his grandmother," Evan said in a whisper to my ears. "Okay," I answered back softly, watching as they take a seat opposite from us. The doors opened again. "Hello everybody," Mr. Hollen greeted. He was dressed casually like his sons and following right behind him was a very beautiful black woman. That explains it. My nerves calmed instantly this time. Evan got up and I followed suit.

Rachel’s mom asked through the screen door. “Hi Mrs. Hansen,” I started, trying to focus on the human woman in front of me and not the arguing I heard far off. “Oh Ms. Blancos, if you don’t mind. I changed my name after the divorce. You’re… Eric, right? You went to school with Rachel?” She looked like an older, tanner version of Rachel. A little shorter too. “Oh, yes, apologies ma’am. Yes I’m Evan. I was just wondering if Rachel was around? We spoke yesterday about meeting up with a group of friends today and we just haven’t heard from her…” I explained.

he asks. “Oh, I’m sorry. I'm just passing through. I'm a photographer, and I saw this old barn and decided to stop and snap a few pictures.” I explain. “Well, ain’t that something. Jeff, she is a photographer, she just saw this old barn and decided to stop and snap some pictures.” He says licking his chops at me like I am a t-bone steak. “Ugh, gross. Hannah, that guy is creepy.” I hear Lily chime in. “Yep” I respond as I continue to snap pictures. Jeff comes through the door and it's his turn to devour me with his creepy eyes.

By the way, I did not get any message from you, despite what you have written in your letter. Evan spent an hour waiting in bed, but Shantelle did not reply. He went down to have his late breakfast. When Shantelle still did not respond, he sent another message: [Shanty, we could still be friends. We have known each other since we were young. We don't need to be strangers.] He bathed and changed into a new set of clothes. Evan left to meet his lawyers and, after handing in the divorce papers, he decided to pay his father and mother a visit.