Sometimes Lily thought being petite helped a lot with swimming through crowds, sometimes she didn't. Because you needed strength to push people away but if you were small enough you could weasel your way around, through and between them. She was happy following Flint back to the piano, distributing smiles here and there and trying not to spill her drink. So far, so good.
With a smile, Lily leaned against the piano. "Both, actually. I wanted to be in a band, I wanted to be a singer." Wanted, as if she still didn't. "One of my A-Levels is in music, I got an A." That was the point, though sometimes not easy to achieve.