Baron von Trapp wasn’t always this distant to his children. God no he wasn’t. His wife, Emilia died in childbirth a couple years ago, only the child made it. Georg has 7 children and regularly has to visit Vienna for work. So governess were hired. A lot of them. Some lasted weeks, some hours, some mere minutes. He was strict with his children. They obeyed to his whistles like little soldiers.

A new governess was scheduled to come in later this evening. Georg was not ecstatic, he never was. She had a rather interesting dress on, her hair tied back, which given would look much better open. And a big handbag which contained god knows what.

“Ah yes, you must be the new governess. Fraulein maria? Let me call down the children. I wish you best of luck with them”

he got out the small whistle he had in his pocket and whistled multiple times. All 7 children came running down in their matching white garments. All in order of their age. Lisl, Friedrich, Brigitta, Louisa, Kurt, Marta and Little Gretl. They all salute their father and introduce themselves very… upfront

“So Fraulein Claire. Did you memorize their order and their whistle calls? I’ll give you one and when you need them just whistle.”