Declan watched as his charms did their work. He saw love light up in their eyes, hope, joy. In one instant, however, he noticed something. Something was different. He repeated a verse while he scanned the crowd. It took a moment before he saw her. She was beautiful, yes, she was looking at him, yes, but most of all she looked [i]confused[/i]. 
Not joyful. Not in love, not full of good will and fortune. She looked confused, mildly amused, and maybe hungry. He sensed something deeper, maybe a sadness, and he decided to lay it on a little thicker. 
 He sang louder, strummed more passionately, held out bigger notes, and yet- she still looked like she was more irritated that the crowd wouldn't move.