[ Dorothy let herself focus on the lyrics, how they made her feel. She tried not to think about how her father wasn't there, wasn't watching. Wasn't admiring her voice. Wasn't judging her for not being a dead human girl.

It was a mixed bag of emotions, there, so the song? The song was easier.

... Even if it made her think of someone else, and how he hadn't really needed her, either. ]

... When first we met - I knew in this heart of mine

That you were someone I couldn't forget ...

[ But as she lost herself in the lyrics, she transformed, a little.

She moved with the music, her face soft, more expressive, more open.

Showing pain, and heartache, along with the song, despite the cheery notes and tempo. ]

Now you tell me that you want to leave me,

But darling, I just can't let you ...

[ By the end, she returned to her normal posture, her normal impassive expression.

But she still curtsied for the crowd. ]