So much for feeling daring, Lily thought, as she felt a very distinct but familiar knot tie itself in her throat as Flint began playing. She knew the song, she could probably even play it on the piano herself, but for some reason ever since New York, singing in public always sounded better as an idea rather than something she could actually do.
Lily looked around, seconds before she was supposed to sing, and took somebody's drink for their hand and downed it, after downing hers. Liquid courage was such a clichéd notion, and yet one that seemed to work, even if at a psychological level.
Drawing a breath, Lily started singing, faintly at first, without remembering the lyrics in full. But then they started coming back to her, how she loved Nat King Cole's version and how she loved the lyrics so very much - though they made her sad, alright, especially now - and even though anyone could hear the fear in her voice, the girl sang regardless, and sang well. Meanwhile, in her mind, she was screaming with anxiety, happiness, and fear all in one.