When she sings, it's special because for a while all her sophistry just fades away. You see when she sings, she tries earnestly, despite her lack of experience, and a lack of confidence she tries. 

And sometimes the music does touch her, and she sings with an innocence, proclaiming hope and love and joy and believing it for a moment. You smile, and you think that she sounds like a little girl, but it's okay. 

You try to sing along, to harmonize for a moment, but it's jarring, and somehow your own well practiced tuned voice is too well tuned and calculated to fit in with that genuinity. You realize that art and craft are two separate things, and there are few things more beautiful than what you hear now. So you shut up, and you listen, for there isn't anything you would add to the sound, or change. 

She falters for a moment and you smile a little, but she doesn't cringe because she's staring at the page of the songbook, following the lyrics on the pages that she already knows. She notices you and frowns slightly, and you laugh - lightly so she doesn't stop. 

It's the one time in your life you truly appreciate your ability to play the keys without looking at them, because she's just by your shoulder, and you play because why else would she sing? 

And why else would you play? 

And you realize all they say about her manipulation, deviousness, and pure cruelty are lies. Your doubts just fade away as she chases her dreams of princessdom, while you wonder of her prince. 

Watch and you'll see, someday I'll be.