"Stereotypical, maybe, but I'm not bored," she says, running through a series of muffled chords. She bites her lip, practicing a particularly fiddly bit of fingering, one of the solos from Sing. She catches herself staring at him a little too long, the lines of his body, and blushes, looking down at her hands in feigned concentration.

"Nobody's ever done anything like this for me before."