Sara Hammerzmith

Yes, honestly, that’s the song and the line stuck in my head right now….

Why is that? WHY? What are the reason? WHAT? How did it happen? HOW? Aesj sush! Ouch….

Saw what I did there? Ha ha ha ha!.

No but it’s actually because I’m currently, totally unplanned, ended  up watching The Hunchback Of Notre Dame from 1939. I’m still watching it, just taking a little refreshing break not to fall asleep. No, the film isn’t boring, it’s quite interesting actually, but I’ve slept like what, 2½ hours the last 24 hous so… So I’d probably even sleep through the Disney Court Of Miracles, no matter how much I love it.

I’m not gonna tell you so much more about this film just yet, mainly because you know I haven’t finished it, and also I figured I could talk about it tomorrow, and put some effort in it. I’m gonna twist and turn it, so I hope you’ll be able to keep up.

However. Recently, I, totally unexpected actually, came across notesheets for all the Hunchback of Notre Dame songs. I wasn’t even looking, I was on a site for midifiles and all of a sudden there were notes… So I was about to get my toypiano that I always use when I find new tones, mark though, I’m _not_ a trained pianoplayer at all, all I can do is so called “fingerplaying”. I know how to ‘count’ to get the chords, but I don’t know how to use it, so don’t take me for a pianoplayer just because I use it occasionally, okay?

So either way, I went to look for it. For this special occasion, I had actually managed to find just FLUTE notes for the songs, and as I looked through the wardrobe upstairs for the piano (which I thought I had put there) I thought to myself how epic it would’ve been if I still had my flute. You see, my dad sold it, he said.

But as I looked… I saw a black box. A familiar box. And I need only touch it to realize what it was. One touch, to feel the hard, engraved plastic. When I grabbed it, and felt the heaviness, pulling it out to see the engraved and silverpainted “Armstrong”… I swear. I shed a couple of tears. My flute. My both hated and loved, flute.

I thought it was gone… but now it’s back. It is a joyus moment. So now, I just sit and practice “Court Of Miracles” like a maniac on the piano to make sure I know the notes before I even try it on with my flute. It’s been a few years, you know.

Alright. The last 40-50 minutes of Hunchback awaits, so I shall return to my cheesedoodles!

// Sara

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