And it came from here...somewhere.
This happened the night before the holiday concert. I pulled the harp back against my shoulder for a final practice session and..."clunk."
Yeah. Harry didn't know what to do either.
So I panicked. Then I ate some chocolate. Then I went to my Facebook friends and they all said "oh no" etc. etc. etc. And then I called my harp regulator, Dan, in Chicago.
HE DIDN'T ANSWER. So I ate more chocolate. Panicked a bit more on Facebook.
Then Dan called back. "Oh, it's just a base frame bolt, worked loose from the vibration of the music," he said calmly. He even laughed a little bit at me. "Nothing to worry about."
Yeah. "Just" the bolt that holds the bottom of the harp to the...rest of the harp. That little thing. Dan gave me some good instructions on putting the bolt back in and when he heard my voice waver, he told me I could do it. And if I couldn't do it, he'd come from Chicago to help me (awwww...)
I hope you never have to see a harp in this position.
(Or a harpist trying to get it in this position...)
But Dan was right. I did do it. It took a lot of chocolate and a little more panicking, but I did it.
And all was well.
This sight is more like it..