"And do you have a name?" The ballet teacher asked as she bent down to the young girl. The girl just looked up at her instructor. Her instructor was so tall that she had to crane her neck to look up to her. The young girl loved the color pink and her instructor's outfit was decked up in the color even to the tip of her nails. After a moment of smiling a nearly toothless smile, the girl finally got up enough nerve to lisp to her instructor, "My name is Julia Maria Wells, and I am going to be six on Tuesday, and I'd like a pair of pink ballet slippers." Her ballet instructor grinned back, "That's very nice, Julia, pink's my favorite color as well." Julia just grinned with her toothless smile and looked up to her ballet instructor.

"Okay, Children," the instructor clapped her hands as if a sign for all her students to get in line for her daily lessons to start. It was a class of seven girls, each ranging from five to eight, and the soon to be six year old girl was her favorite student already. The little girl had an elfish face and a rolled up nose that would wrinkle up when she giggled. She had a long body, but she was still a little child with a little mind for anything but singing and dancing. The little girl named Julia reminded her of her friend Eliza, in which she hadn't seen in some odd seven years.

"I would very much enjoy it if all of you would get started on your stretching."

"Yes, Miss Andrews," the girls chanted in unison as they went to their stretch. Little Julia squeezed in between two larger girls already getting started on their stretches. The two girls looked down at Julia and squeezed her out from in between them. "This spot is saved for someone this tall", the girl to her left said, as she raised her hand right above Julia's head. The girl on her right, who looked almost exactly like the girl on her left, snickered and said 'You have yet to grow to stand here.' Julia, being the tough and stubborn girl she had always been, she stood up on her tip toes "I'm tall enough now", Julia said as she struggled to fit in between the two alike girls and made sure they both saw her tongue sticking out at them. Before the girls could do anything Miss Andrews came in with her long strides.

"Get in line please Julia," Miss Andrews said as she walked in front of the girls and started her stretches as well.

"How was dance Julia?"

"It was great mummy!" Julia exclaimed as she started twirling around the kitchen table.

"Julia, set the table like I told you." Julia's mother said with a smile that she couldn't help but show. "I told you that a special someone was coming for dinner."

"Yes, mummy. Who is it again?" Julia said as she tried to reach for the plates her mother had just finished washing and placed on the counter tops.

"You can call him Mr. von Trapp. He's going to be interviewing me for a housekeeping position."

"Oh, well we have to live there, mummy?" Julia asked as she began to place the forks and knives on the table.

"Julia, I know how you hate to be moved around, but if we must, we must." Her mother sighed with a sort of pain of the thought of moving Julia to a new "home" again. The truth was that this was Julia's third home this year. Do to the lack of money flow they had been reduced to a small one room apartment that it turned out to be quit compatible for the two of them, but not much for a guest to fit in. Even though they had no guests come for a visit ever, do to their constant change of address. Eliza, Julia's mother, could hardly stand moving around so much and the embarrassment of poverty. She figured with this new job it would open up a greater advantage for Julia to be successful in a new "home". Yet, it would still be close to where Julia could take her dance lessons. Eliza trusted the dance teacher with Julia. The dance instructor was a past friend of Eliza's and Eliza knew her dancing ability and her personality. The instructor, Victoria Andrews, was a known dancer around the musical theatre world ever since she had dressed up as a man for a show and called herself Victor.

In mid-thought, Eliza could hear a knocking on her door. Eliza knew it was Mr.von Trapp, a whole hour early before he was scheduled to be present. "Just as a captain, early," Eliza thought out loud.

"Julia, straighten up," Eliza said as she began to twist and stroke at Julia's clothing and hair.

"Mummy, stop it," Julia droned as she stepped away from her mother's arm length. "Hello." Julia said blandly as she stared at the man before her who had just walked into her home.