You were running up a hill, due to your strict parents Molly-coddling you, and no access to the outside world, your only refuge was the world you made up, the hills music and cheerfulness.. you were running up and heard a woman singing, Maria, singing.

♫ “To laugh like a brook as it trips and falls over stones on its way To sing through the night like a lark who is learning to prey I go to the hills when my heart is lonely I know I will hear what I've heard before My heart will be blessed with the sound of music And I'll sing once more..” ♫

she spots you “Oh, dear! Sorry.” she smiles a bit. “Don’t mind me..Good afternoon! It’s such a wonderful day, don’t you think?”