Dear Evan Hansen Script Novels & Stories

My head slightly bobs up and down, and I hum, “Uhmm.” The farther we go, the harder my heart drums, and it now echoes in my ears. My palms glisten with sweat, and I quickly wipe it off on my pants. After making our way through a series of corridors and into another department in the hospital, I spot Evan as he steps out of a room. He has a grim look on his face while he looks at the tablet in his hand. Is that my parents’ room? He looks up and spots us. “Hey, you didn’t have to come. You can go back and rest.”

I heard that all of them were befuddled as they stood in a daze outside the dark old house. Evan had no choice but to check everybody into a hotel in another town nearby. He kept calling me in anger and he finally reached me when he called for the hundredth time. I picked up his call slowly. Evan began yelling at me without a second thought. "What are you doing, Sadie Bradford?! Didn't I tell you to clean up the house in advance? Where are you?!

he said calmly, “he’s about to become very poor.” He answered. “Yes.” Pause. Helen watched Evan’s expression change not anger. Something colder. Focused. Like a man adjusting the scope before pulling the trigger. “No,” Evan said. “You misunderstand. You don’t have leverage.” Another pause. Helen sat up slightly. “Who is it?” Evan covered the receiver with one finger. “Lucas.” Helen groaned and flopped back onto the pillow. “Of course it is.” Evan uncovered the phone. “You’re calling at an inconvenient time.”

I look up and bile rises up in my throat, my hands tremble but I am glued to my sit. "Dad got caught up with something else, so I'm here in his place." he says sitting. For a half of the meeting, he keeps eyeing me and I torture my ownself by sitting at this table when I really want to run away like I always do my. "Who's the chick Luca, you didn't introduce her." Jeremy suddenly interrupts and I feel Luca tense beside me. "This is uh- Hannah, my personal assistant." he sits up straight. "Hannah? As in Hannah fucking Evans? I knew she looked familiar." He points out excitedly.

Heath asked under his breath. “There is no plan.” I stepped inside the office and found Evan sitting behind his desk. Now that I was up close and in the same room, I took in his features, failing to understand why Cassini thought she’d loved this man at one point. What was there to love? He might be handsome, but he wasn’t built the way I was. He didn’t have that confidence in his gaze that I possessed. I doubted he could fuck as well as I could. He finished typing his email before he rose to his feet. “I’m Evan, the chief loan officer here. Nice to meet you both.” He extended his hand to shake mine.

Evan: Can I see you tonight? I closed my eyes. Me: I shouldn’t. Evan: Please. I typed, deleted, typed again. Me: An hour. That’s all. Evan was already there when I arrived. He stood by the window, hands in his pockets, tension etched into every line of his body. “You look exhausted,” he said. “So do you,” I replied. He turned. “Something’s wrong.” I let out a breath. “Ethan took the fall.” Evan froze. “What?”

Pinky spat, storming off with Sab. “My ass,” Evan winced, trying to sit up. “You okay?” Jeremy asked, voice soft with concern. This time, Evan didn’t freeze. “I’m not okay—I think I broke my spine, my stomach hurts, my head’s spinning, I might have diabetes…” Evan rambled nervously, twisting his fingers. Jeremy chuckled, then bent down and lifted him into his arms bridal-style. “Thanks,” Evan whispered, resting his head against Jeremy’s chest. GOLDEN ECHO MANSION

Hans almost jumped in shock at the prince's angry shout. Two seconds later, Hans heard Evan order, "Order the pilot to land now!" Hans, who seemed to have guessed what Evan wanted to order, bent down. However, before he could move towards the pilot, Evan spoke again, "Not at the point where the king's plane landed." That immediately made Hans raise his head, looking very confused. Evan looked back at him with a sharp gaze, "Over there." Evan pointed at the window. Hans, who followed the direction of Evan's gaze, immediately widened his eyes.

He does not understand what she is doing here, but he doesn’t have time to process it either because the next second Hannah is greeting him with a tone that is clearly set to upset Claire, and his girlfriend is taking her backpack from the car and kissing his cheek to say goodbye. “I am tired, so I am going to change and take a nap. I’ll let you two talk.” “Okay. Let me know when I can call you later.” Evan feels something heavy settling in his chest when she walks away, so he can’t help but glare at Hannah, who stands with her luggage behind her, and the innocent smile on her face.

Hospital... Evan sat in the hallway, scrolling mindlessly through his phone to distract himself. The sharp scent of antiseptic clung to the air, and the occasional beeping from nearby monitors kept him on edge. The door to the examination room finally creaked open, and he instantly shot to his feet, hopeful. But it was a nurse, not Amara. “Sir, are you Mr. Evan?” she asked politely. “Yes,” he responded with a small nod. “Mrs. Newman wants you to come in.”