That same day in Victoria Park, the kids learned the first part of Do Re Mi. They all were having a great time. That had never had a vocal teacher who would take that much time to help them learn how to sing properly. It was always just something the teacher thought was there. On a different day Brenda and the intermediates were on an "educational" trip to city hall.

"Now, children, do-re-mi-fa-so-la-ti-do are only the tools we need to use to build a song. Once you have these notes in your heads, you can sing a million different tunes by mixing them up. Like this. Uh ..." Brenda thought for a moment about a pattern that she could sing. "So Do La Fa Mi Do Re" she sang. "Can you do that?" The children sang the sequence back to her, with a few problems.

"Alright, now lets add to it! So Do La Ti Do Re Do" As if on cue, the children sang back that sequence to her. "Now, put it all together." Brenda commanded. And they all sang together the sequence that they had learned moments ago.

"So Do La Fa Mi Do Re, So Do La Ti Do Re Do"

"Good!" Brenda exclaimed.

"But it doesn't mean anything." Amelia pointed out.

"So we put in words. One word for every note. Like this..." Brenda explained.

"When you know the notes to sing, You can sing most anything" She demonstrated. "Together!" She shouted. They all sang the words that Brenda gave to them with the pattern she gave. Later on they learned another pattern, and Brenda sang the previous pattern with them.

"Where did you learn this Ms. Zadorsky?" Mimma asked.

"Stephan Hatfield of course! Eventually you will learn some of his songs like Dubula. I love that one!" Brenda confessed.

Everyone had a lot of fun prancing about London dressed up in nothing but some old drapes. They marched around the edge of a fountain. Brenda skipped through an arbor, followed by the children. She pretended to wave a flag to start a race between her and the boys. She of course won. Then they danced around more fountains and statues and things all while singing madly. They got a lot of weird looks, but they didn’t care. They were having a lot of fun and that was all that mattered.

On the 10^th day they came upon steps in front of Centennial Hall. They began to sing yet another pattern of do re mi in celebration that this was their final learning day of The Sound of Music. The children stood on different levels of the outdoor staircase, hopping up or down the steps with each note, while Brenda sang the scale, working her way up the steps, one at a time with each step.

"Alright children! We’re finally done learning the song! Now all we have to do it rehearse it." This comment from Brenda was met with joyous shouting from the children.

"Now remember, tomorrow were going canoeing on the Thames!"

"Ms. Zadorsky. . ."

"Mhmm?"

"Do you think it wise to still go out? I mean, do you know when Mrs. Fraumeni is coming back?" Patty asked.

"Well no, of course not, but what are the odds that she’d come back tomorrow?"

"This isn’t math Ms. Zadorsky! But if you must know, the odds are getting better every day." Joe clarified.

"I am well aware of that Joe, thank-you. But still just because she may come back tomorrow doesn’t mean we shouldn’t have fun. And besides, if she does come back, I’ll take all the blame." She winked. "So, tomorrow, were going to meet at the river at 9:00. Remember to wear your playclothes. Things could get wet."

With that, the children and Brenda went home, all looking forward to what the new day would bring.