<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">Her fingertips stumbled as she heard <em>his</em> voice, her heart clenching in her chest. No matter what, the sound of his voice always did that to her. But just as quickly as they stumbled, a beautiful, serene smile came over her face and she continued playing like it had never happened. She was used to it by now. The very first time she had heard his voice, she had been speechless. Unable to even think before she had been escorted to her room and she had been left alone.<br/><br/>Now...aside from the small flub, she was immune to it. She had to be...he didn't love her back.<br/><br/>Actually...he didn't even notice how she looked at him. And with that lone thought, Zara's music turned into a sentimental piece which spoke of the hidden desire in her hearts. It was full of the longing she felt and also the hope. The hope that one day...he would see her as more than just a whore.</span>