World War One has now occured and Lady Emma Crawley must either sink or swim in this troubled, dark times. Since the Garden Party in 1914, Emma must face challenges that would either make her a strong woman or break her.
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Hello Everyone. Lately I have been feeling good, I had written one episode within a day and a half which makes me sooo ecstatic. Then I edited this chapter and I couldn't hold in this chapter anymore to myself. Please, enjoy reading chapter Four - Concert.
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March 1918. Emma was helping Edith with the post, delivering them to the officers. Emma found that the past few months had become the new normalcy. For once, in years, Emma found a little piece of happiness at what she was doing. Emma had given a letter to Corporal Philip Collins, and they sat and talk for a couple of hours. They had become close friends over the time he had been in Downton. He still flirted with her and Emma shrugged off his advances, although she could see herself really enjoying his company, although he was not husband material. He had lost the function of his right arm since there was a bit of shrapnel stuck on his veins and she try helped him use his left hand as his dominate hand.
She walked out into the hall and saw Edith begging Mary, 'The men are arranging the concert now and they're so anxious for us to be in it or there'll be no girls at all. Please say you will.'
'Will Emma be there? I won't do this unless she is singing.' Mary huffed.
'Yes you will,' said Cora sternly, 'Keeping their spirits up is an important part of the cure, and it's so very little to ask.'
'I'll sing, if you want me to.' Emma said.
'Really?' Edith asked.
'Of course.' Emma didn't sing for a long time. Her friends and sisters always liked her hearing sing, she supposed that was one talent she had. 'It has been a while, it might be fun.'
'What's going on?' Isobel asked.
'The men are putting on a concert.' Emma explained.
'Can I help?'
'Edith has it under control.' Cora assured Isobel.
'I do, if Emma promises.'
'I promise. No more than two songs.'
Edith nodded and left.
'So, the beautiful maiden also sings, does she? Are there no limits you have, my lady?' the familiar Scottish voice came from behind her.
Emma turned around to see the familiar smirk.
'Hello to you, Corporal Collins,' she said sarcastically, 'Did you miss me already? You just saw me not even five minutes ago.'
'I miss you when you're out of my sight,' he teased, stroking her face with his left hand.
Emma backed away, smiling politely, 'Will you be performing in the concert? I'm sure you must have a talent or two.'
Corporal Collins chuckled, 'I don't sing and dance. I prefer to be on the backstage.'
Emma's eyebrows rose, 'You still surprise me, I thought you would enjoy the spotlight... I'm curious, I rebuff your advances, I thought you would've stopped by now.'
