Walking into the hob, Coriolanus expected to see Lucy Gray on stage. Instead, he saw you. You weren’t pretty like Lucy Gray; you were gorgeous. He looked at you as you swayed and sang into the microphone. “look at me,” he thought. When you looked at him and winked, he wasn’t sure what kind of girl you were. Lucy Gray introduced you both before she had to go out on stage.

“You sing beautifully.” He didn’t know what else to say, but he really didn’t want you to leave.