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[Eliza arrives fairly early to the party but she's not quite as keen to socialize as the last one. Her heart is heavy and part of her wants to slip out of the ballroom and back to her dressing room but she knows this is better. Being around other people who are feeling the same things she's feeling is better.

Her eyes are still red-rimmed from crying but she's keeping her chin up and tries to smile at least a little if someone approaches her. Mostly she gravitates toward sitting at the piano, lightly plinking at the keys. At one point she looks up, her eyes scanning the room as she sings in a voice soft enough to barely be heard.]

Look around, look around
At how lucky we are to be alive right now
Look around, look around...