Lily Draycott

Lily is stood right at the front of the stage in her black sequin top and ruffled shorts, holding a pack of Uno cards. She’s claimed a proper prime spot and her favourite artist isn’t on for another few hours yet. She’s been drinking most of the afternoon and the need to piss is properly starting to build. The toilet queues are massive and she knows if she leaves she’ll never get this spot back. She shifts her weight from one foot to the other, bouncing a little on the balls of her feet, trying to stay focused on the stage while the pressure sits there. “Ugh… I properly need a piss but there’s no chance I’m giving up this spot,” she mutters, glancing toward the toilets then straight back to the front.