A/N:
In Response to Guest Reviews:
To the guest who loved Beryl being in charge and the use of first names, :D I have to say it cracked me up to write that whole segment about shopping and, yes, they're slowly progressing in that regard! Now, taking into consideration that Charles was speaking without thinking, it's still probably going to take them a long while to move completely away from their original habits - if they ever do. Nevertheless, it is progress! Furthermore, I think we'll just have to see in regards to Rose ;D :)
General Author's Note:
And, now, please allow me to present to you the very song that truly began to inspire this entire story. The version featuring the one who inspired it - the particular singer/teacher that performed this mesmerizing piece some time ago - cannot be found anywhere. Nevertheless, if you want a reference to listen along to, look up "I Shall Not Live in Vain by Jake Haggie b. 1961 feat. Christabel Nunoo, Soprano". It is rather impressive in its own right and is the closest I've heard to my former professor's.
(Also, just a note: although they say "Haggie" in the video's title, it is actually "Heggie".)
(Additional side note: for Mrs. Patmore's/Daisy's/Mrs. Bird's trio piece, look up "Pie Jesu-Trumpet and Violin". For Mary's solo, look up "Barbara Bonney; "Du bist die Ruh"; Franz Schubert". And for Sybil/Gwen's duet, look up "How Can I keep from Singing duet Kaileigh McCutcheon".)
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Friday, the 22nd of March, 2019
It was never good to walk into work and receive praise for something you had no knowledge of doing.
Especially not at Carlisle Institute.
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"Phoebe, I must confess: it was a brilliant idea you and Emma had bringing sight-singing into the program." Francesca Barnes, the choir director of Carlisle Institution, casually remarked over her morning tea as Phoebe came into their choir room.
Unlike Downton Academy, the music rooms of Carlisle Institute was not sequestered in the highest floors. Rather, rooms 144-156 were all tucked away in one of the corners of the school. It meant no flights of stairs to work, as well as no chance for any student to ditch class simply by avoiding the fourth floor.
In short, it was perfection.
"Thank you, Francesca," Even though Phoebe had no idea as to what her boss was referencing, she was not foolish enough to admit as such. "What in particular did you like about the idea?"
"The overall concept of implementing an additional factor into the scoring, especially one based solely on each choir's ability to adapt to sight-reading, is rather brilliant. Perhaps a little bold for Emma, considering this is her first semester. However, with your guidance on the matter, I'm sure she made an excellent selection in regards to the pieces."
"You mean you haven't previewed the sight-reading selections?" Speaking of adaptability, this situation was rapidly unfolding into something rather distasteful in the eyes of Phoebe.
"Not yet, unfortunately. It seems that the delivery services will be cutting it rather close - they'll be bringing the materials tomorrow, according to Emma." Francesca glanced up from her paperwork, having picked an unspoken concern from Phoebe's question. "Was there something I should be aware of?"
"No." The lie was not as smooth as she'd have liked, but it would have to suffice.
How Emma went behind her back or proposed the idea was no longer relevant. It only served to inform the woman that friendship apparently meant nothing when it came to this sort of pettiness as getting "revenge" - something rather disappointing to conclude, in all honesty.
Either way, it seemed Phoebe had her work for the next 36 hours cut out for her. While she couldn't blatantly revoke the sight-reading requirement, she would have to see what ways it could accidentally become nullified - if there were indeed ways.
Here's hoping this didn't blow up in their faces come tomorrow.
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"Ready for this evening?"
Elsie resisted the urge to scoff at the question - feeling a little absurd. Decades of performance experience, and she still felt horrendously nervous about appearing on the stage in this capacity. Of course, this was the first time since Joe passed that she'd be taking to the stage as a soloist - which brought up rather unpleasant memories in itself - but, still, she should be used to these nerves by now.
"As ready as I'll ever be." So long as I'm early in the line-up, it won't matter how disappointing this ends up being.
After all, it wasn't just all the memories of the end of her career. It was also that, in her opinion, her voice was not the magnificent sound it had been in her prime. Furthermore, regardless of what dress she wore or how well she sang or what happened in general, something was sure to go wrong. No performance was ever truly perfect.
"Is everything alright, Mrs. Hughes?" The choir director quietly asked, apparently sensing some of her concern.
"Perfectly fine." It wasn't fully a lie, but it wasn't the total truth. Besides, whether Elsie did well or not, she'd survive and they'd keep moving on in life.
"Right." Charles hardly seemed convinced. But, he also didn't seem to be pushing the matter - which helped a bit.
In any case, they sank into a worn-down silence, a tired air taking hold of the room as they both returned to their own thoughts.
Though, thoughts or not, silence wasn't to rule the space forever.
"Mrs. Hughes," It seemed the choir director had remembered something important - judging from his sudden shift in subject. "I know I'd requested your resting your voice earlier this week, but we've both been rather lax in upholding that request. Therefore, today, I must insist that you truly refrain from speaking."
Elsie would have quipped back in response that it was hardly conducive to warming up her voice if she remained silent. However, his pleading eyes and solemn demeanor had her give a respectful nod instead.
Besides, refraining from speaking meant that she didn't have to reassure anyone that she was alright.
Which, honestly, was a bit of a relief all things considered. If she wasn't debating about the dress, reminiscing about her prime, feeling the pain that accompanied Joe's absence, then she was running over the competition pieces for tomorrow.
In essence, she was stressed out. And though she normally never cared for stressing about things out of her control, today seemed to be one of those rare exceptions.
"Thank you. I would, of course, like to gently warm-up your voice at some point before the concert. However, I'd rather not risk overdoing anything."
Frankly, the whole matter was a tad endearing - even if she didn't like feeling as though her voice were being boxed up for the day as though she were a child.
"Right. Now, were you planning at changing at the school?" Elsie nodded once more, gesturing to the corner of the room. In that corner there was a performance bag containing her accessories, shoes, and the two dresses were waiting to be worn. Still unable to figure out whether she wanted to wear the new dress solely for the reception or for both the recital and reception, the choir teacher had brought both dresses. "Excellent. Of course, we'll want it to remain wrinkle-free. Therefore, I suggest we move the dress to the closet of 403."
He'd already stepped over in the direction of the bag containing the dresses by the time she remembered she was supposed to be quiet.
"I see you brought both dresses today?" An arched eyebrow was given in response to that question. "Well, no matter. We'll hang them both up."
And just what is that supposed to mean?
Luckily, she was able to convey that message without saying a word.
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"Mrs. Hughes," Andy had arrived a little earlier than normal and, upon hearing Mr. Carson speak to the choir teacher in an odd manner, stopped outside the door to 402. "I was wondering if you would be so kind as to step out of the room for a moment. There is something I wish to discuss with the gentlemen."
The tenor didn't hear her respond. All he noticed was that she was soon briskly sweeping past him, a hint of vexation in her walk.
"Mrs. Hughes," The student greeted respectfully, but she was too caught up in her own thoughts to take note. Well, that was okay - he wasn't really feeling all that up to chatting right now anyway.
Andy still waited another minute before walking in, not being in the mood to be approached by a well-meaning Mr. Carson or any of his peers. It was just one of those days where he wasn't interested in the energy it took to talk to other people - especially seeing as how their first competition was tomorrow.
Though surprisingly enough, it looked like Mr. Carson was just as off in his manners. Normally, the put-together teacher didn't keep glancing towards the door as he waited for the rest his students to file into the room. Nor did his hands twitch quite that often.
"Gentlemen," The choir director began, only once everyone was seated. "I wish to say something before our rehearsal begins."
They all sat up, unsure as to what exactly Mr. Carson wanted to tell them at this point.
"Firstly, I would like to say that I'm rather proud of each and every one of you for the effort you've put into learning your music." Confidence firmly traced his tone, coaxing pleased smiles out of his students. "This has been one of the best Bass Choirs I've had the pleasure of directing, and I have absolute faith in regards to our competition tomorrow."
Andy took the pep talk in with a sense of relief. He thought they sounded good, that they could even do well at tomorrow's competition. Still, to hear Mr. Carson, of all teachers, state that made a world of difference.
"Secondly," This is where Mr. Carson returned back to the nervous behavior he'd been exhibiting earlier. "Due to her performance tonight, Mrs. Hughes will be resting her voice today. Therefore, any questions you have for her today you will address to me."
They were confused by this command, to say the least. However, even the Bass Choir - filled with many new choir students - knew better than to question the choir director about his requests.
"Now, Alfred, would you be so kind as to bring Mrs. Hughes back from the hallway?" The bass in question nodded, getting up to follow through with his teacher's request.
"We'll be starting off with 'Silent Noon' today. However, I know none of you have needed to reference any of the songs for at least a week. Therefore, it should come as no surprise that you will not be referencing the music within your binders today."
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For Bel Canto, it seemed that there was another reason for Elsie to leave the room for a few minutes.
"Mrs. Hughes, would you terribly mind dropping off these forms for the main office?" It was one of the many forms that the administration needed in order to approve the students to go to the States.
This request, of course, had no correlation with the fact that he wanted to give the Bel Canto a motivating speech - as well as mention the need to leave any questions to him and not Mrs. Hughes.
Fortunately, she was still a little too distracted about everything to notice.
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Edith curiously watched on her choir director continued to speak to them.
"In preparation of 'the Best of Downton' this evening, I would like to ask that only performers in the showcase visit the choir rooms during their respective lunch periods." This was probably a last minute announcement in the choir director's opinion, but she thought it made perfect sense to only inform them of the matter the day of - so that the students weren't confused.
Well, she wasn't performing today. So, it looked like there'd be a break in the matter for her - quite nice considering it was Friday, after all.
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Mrs. Patmore was rarely on a mission these days.
Well, there was a caveat to that statement. The caveat being that she was rarely on missions that did not involve the music department - or, more specifically, the choirs.
Still, today she was on a mission.
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"Have you seen the order of the program yet?" Beryl had hurried over to the second fourth floor the second she could, having made a startling discovery only an hour ago. "Because, if you haven't, I think you should."
"Mrs. Crawley informed me that the set list would be available for perusal come 4 o'clock." Charles primly replied, a little relieved Elsie had stepped out to use the restroom now that the band director was bringing up the showcase.
"Yeah, well, I think you're going to want to see this."
She showed him the copy she had of the program, flourishing it with a sense of frustration. He politely took the paper, refraining from snatching it even as his mind raced to understand why the band director would be acting in such a manner.
In only a few seconds he understood.
There were no technical errors, per se.
Rather, this frustration stemmed from an issue involving the order of the set list.
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Mary climbed up the stairs leading to the second fourth floor with an unusual hint of trepidation. Being one of the 16 performers within the Best of Downton was honestly a nerve-wracking thought - even for the normally put together young woman.
She could only hope her version of "Du Bist Die Ruh" tonight would hold up to her standards as well as the school's.
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The choir director had been mainly in charge of the eldest Crawley's solo rehearsal today - in an effort to keep his colleague's voice well-rested.
Nevertheless, just because he was concerned about his colleague did not mean he couldn't notice his students internal struggle.
And, after seven minutes of watching her become more and more stuck in her head, enough had finally become enough.
"Mary," Mr. Carson focused all of his attention on the young woman, wanting to convey absolute sincerity. "If there is one thing I'd like you to focus on this evening, it is not your diction. Nor is it making sure your rhythms are perfected."
The soprano quietly listened as her teacher continued, surprised by how reassuring his voice was - even though he hadn't even given her any official encouragement or advice yet.
"Instead," The choir director paused, hoping that his message was received. "I'd like you to concentrate on illustrating to the audience that you are worthy of being on the stage. Because you are indeed worthy."
She couldn't speak for a moment, her seemingly calm demeanour clearly only a mask.
"But, what if it all goes wrong?"
He kindly smiled at her, hoping that his next words would help to relieve the situation at least a little.
"No matter how it goes, just remember that we're all on your side."
His earnest expression, as well as his serious tone, helped to reassure her.
Still, his colleague did want to show her support as well and hopefully help the young soprano as well.
"If I may also say something?" Mrs. Hughes remarked, having been occupying her desk in an effort to distract herself via music theory homework. Mr. Carson nodded, finding this a perfectly acceptable time to make an exception.
Mary turned to her other choir teacher, curious as to what the woman would say.
"You clearly know your music," She began, gesturing to the fact that Mary's music binder hadn't even been touched - something that had been the case for quite some time. "Now, it's time to show the world just how talented you really are - which is something I know you can do."
Simple words, yes.
However, they did make a difference.
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"So, I'm allowed to talk to her then?" The band director had heard of his repeated request to the choirs today, and decided to be a little facetious in that regards.
"In this regard, I will make an exception, yes." Charles sighed to himself, thinking of his interactions with Elsie today. Truly, she seemed rather down energy-wise and did not appear to be looking forward to tonight at all.
And while he thought that perhaps helping her rest her voice would help matters, it seemed to be only provide more opportunity for her to get stuck in her head.
"Are you alright, Mr. Carson?" He looked up, having not realized his gaze had drifted to the ground.
"Perfectly fine, Mrs. Patmore." Charles could only recall Elsie making almost the exact same response just a few hours ago.
And by the looks of it, he had been as convincing as she had been.
Which is to say, not at all.
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"I see you've still not decided," Elsie looked over at Beryl as the door came to a close, honestly a little taken aback by the woman's sudden appearance. "And, yes, we can talk - Mr. Carson has decided to 'make an exception' just for me."
She snorted a little, a bit of life returning at the blunt statement.
"I see," She'd been humouring him because it was a valid concern. However, the validity only extended so far and frustration was the price. "And did he tell you how long we were allowed to speak?"
"Not specifically, no. After he'd 'made that exception' he'd said something along the lines of," Deepening her voice in a purposefully comical impersonation of their choir director and friend she continued, "'Mrs. Patmore, I give you full permission to speak to Mrs. Hughes - my only request is that you attempt to convey that we are all bursting with excitement to hear her sing tonight and that I personally know that her performance will be exquisite.'"
"Did he now?" With a blush beginning to spread, Elsie's gaze now redirected back towards the apparel literally at hand.
"He did."
Beryl let her friend take that in, hoping that the message got through to her. That, with her words of encouragement, Elsie would let go of whatever was bothering her and just have fun.
Though, watching that lip get bitten for probably the twelfth time that day, the woman suspected that was not to be the case.
"I think I'm going to disappoint them." It was softly confessed, unusually quiet for the typically assertive woman - the unswervingly confident teacher.
So, it looked like old insecurities were coming back.
Beryl pulled up a chair to her friend, gently taking both dresses out of the woman's hand and placing them on the chair. She then guided the teacher over to another set of chairs - ones that would not unwittingly stare the apparel down.
And it was only once they were settled, quietly sat in 402, that she paused and gave them both a proper moment of silence.
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Charles had been intent on giving the ladies space to have whatever sort of talk they needed to.
However, when fifteen minutes had passed and he still had no confirmation as to what he needed to do, the man had decided that he could no longer wait.
Well, that is, until he approached 403 and saw what was clearly not a scene meant for his eyes: Elsie was in the middle of receiving a rather comforting hug from Mrs. Patmore, looking as though she had been having a necessary cry.
Now, as much as he wanted to barge in and do something to help with the matter, he already knew that he'd only make it worse this time.
And, so it was with a somewhat disappointed heart that he forced himself to walk away from the door and leave the two women alone. While there was a hint of relief that Beryl seemed to be getting through to Elsie, it was disappointing that it could not be him doing as such.
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Eventually, tears of stress and insecurities faded. An after a time, they could be soothed away by the peaceful presence of a good friend.
Still, the show was to commence in only a couple of hours.
And it had to go on, regardless of personal feelings.
"So, which one do you want to wear, Elsie?"
For even Beryl could see that the dresses were partially part of the problem. No doubt there were other stressful factors - such as the competitions, managing the fundraising, handling all of Mrs. Butte's duties as well as her own and more, undoubtedly - but it was clear that the dresses sparked some sort of issue. Else she wouldn't be so weighed down by such a decision.
The woman quietly sat in her spot, still looking both options over in her mind.
On one hand, the black dress spoke of choir teacher that quite literally blended into the background. The performer that has the audience focus solely on the sound and nothing else. The singer who willingly accepted her role as someone who the spotlight should not be drawn to. It would be a comfort, to blend into the background even as she sang, to fade back into the shadows as she performed.
On the other hand, the blue dress illustrated the performer who carefully enveloped every aspect of the performance. The teacher who still had more for the world to absorb, the one who was not to be underestimated. The singer the audience would remember for years to come - even if they did not recall every single detail of the song. This brought little comfort, only a certain thrill of nerves that were undecided as to whether or not they should shift into excitement or distress.
Furthermore, while this was supposed to be a showcase for both students and staff, propriety dictated that she wear the former. Moreover, her nerves about the whole matter certainly made it clear that blending into the background would help to ease any disappointment.
Still, what sort of example would she be setting for her students? Not that they'd be paying much attention, mind. Not that any of this probably mattered - all things considered. She was only one performer out of at least a dozen, there was no need for her to act in such a fashion.
Either way, if she continued to hesitate she knew her friend would just go ahead and pick one. So, a decision had to be made, even if she wasn't feeling particularly decisive.
Slowly, Elsie stood up. And moving at a very careful andantino, her hand reached out to grasp one of the two hangers - a clarity building within her the closer she came to holding it.
"I was hoping you'd go with that." Beryl's voice brought her back to reality, prompting a light tease.
"Really? I never would've guessed." However, there was no real bite to the quip.
Nevertheless, before the band director could sound off any sort of retort, the door was being opened.
"Mrs. Hughes, Mrs. Patmore, I'm so glad I-" Mary trailed off at the sight of the evening gown currently being held. "Please tell me that is your concert attire for tonight, Mrs. Hughes."
Beryl quietly chuckled at the shift in tone, tickled by the young soprano's unusually blunt tone.
"It is."
"Excellent." The young soprano definitely approved of the matter, judging from her unusually firm remark. "And what make-up will you be wearing?"
"We normally only do the necessary foundation and maybe a little lipstick. Just a touch of make-up, all in all." Beryl remarked, somewhat amused by Mary's take-charge attitude.
"Yes, well, normally your backs are to the audience. But, I'm under strict orders to ensure that Downton's standards are met in every possible fashion." Elsie gave her a look at this, not knowing if these orders were coming from Cora or from Charles. Mary innocently raised an eyebrow in response, revealing nothing. "Simply put, Mrs. Patmore, 'just a touch' won't do for tonight."
"And just what are you suggesting?" Elsie was curious herself, having seen previous hints regarding this side of the young soprano. "There's not enough time to shop for more make-up."
"No, you're right. There's not enough time for that."
"There," Beryl said, pleased that the matter seemed to be settled.
"But, you're both in luck." Mary continued, now retrieving her phone. "Just because you don't have more make-up doesn't mean my dear cousin isn't equipped with enough to make this work."
"Do you not think that asking for Rose's assistance in the matter is unnecessary?" Elsie interjected as she watched Mary send out a text. "The focus should be on the students, not the faculty."
The eldest Crawley looked up from her phone, primly meeting her teacher's gaze.
"On the contrary, Mrs. Hughes," It seemed Mary was going to be as polite as she was to be stubborn in this regard. "The focus is on every performer as a whole."
"But-" However, it seemed the younger soprano had already received a response.
"Rose will be up in a few minutes. And, she has plenty of spare brushes and tools to spare." Mary glanced back at her phone, feeling it buzz once. "In fact, she'll need a hand getting all of her materials up here."
"That's encouraging." Beryl unwittingly echoed Elsie's sarcastic thought.
"Isn't it?" The eldest Crawley regally met their respective gazes, absolutely determined to get her way in this matter. She then elegantly began to take her leave, in an effort to help her dear cousin get everything up the stairs.
Nevertheless, just because Mary was currently departing did not mean she didn't have any commands- words of encouragement.
"Oh, and, Mrs. Hughes, Mrs. Patmore," The two women continued to watch their student, curiosity mixed with rather faint amusement. "Please don't attempt to leave."
She gracefully exited, primly heading towards one of the stairwells.
"Well, then." Beryl dryly commented, "I'd hate to see what would've happened had you chosen the other dress."
Elsie rolled her eyes, not amused. Though, her friend's thought did spark a question of her own.
"Speaking of, what will you be wearing?" The band director smiled a little, touched by the question.
"Well, now that you mentioned it," She remarked, glancing back in the direction of 444. "It's a little different than what I'd normally wear."
"And will Mr. Mason be receiving the honor of witnessing this difference?"
"Surprisingly enough, he'll be coming to the reception - Elsie Hughes, just what are you implying?"
"Oh, nothing." The choir teacher remarked, her playful grin belying the serious tone.
"You know better than to try that with me."
This time, it was Elsie who was cut off by the door opening once again.
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"Sybil? What are you doing here?" Mr. Carson had only stepped away to obtain a brief snack from the vending machines - too nervous about performing to do anything else.
However, the sight of the young soprano as she guarded the entrance to 403 was distracting enough that all nerves instantaneously left.
"Mrs. Patmore and Mary have put me in charge of protecting Mrs. Hughes' virtue." She resolutely replied, moving to continue to block him from entering the room.
"'Protecting Mrs. Hughes' virtue?" Not only did the idea seem beyond ridiculous, he had no idea as to what that entailed.
"Yes, Mr. Carson. For you see," Sybil glanced back into 403, before continuing to stand her ground. "403 has been turned into a changing room."
He spluttered a bit at this, more than a little astounded that they had decided to do as such when there were glass parts attached to both doors - therefore making it possible for anyone to see what was occurring inside. In essence, unlike traditional changing rooms, any performer changing within 403 had no real guarantee of propriety.
However, now it made sense as to why Sybil - and Gwen, too, by the looks of the other entrance - were standing guard outside.
"I see."
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"What do you mean, that's the order?"
Charles cringed at the staccato-like sound that sprang out at the sight of the set-list, having hoped to have put off this little tidbit of information for a little while longer.
"Mr. Carson means just that, Mrs. Hughes," Cora interrupted their backstage conversation - certainly confused by Elsie's bewilderment. After all, the administrator certainly loved the idea of the choir teacher ending the show. "It made perfect sense to those planning the set list to have you end the show."
"But, Mrs. Crawley, surely,"
"I'm sorry, Mrs. Hughes, but the program's have already been printed." Now, the administrator was beginning to show her firmer side. "And I'm afraid that that is going to be that on the matter."
"I see."
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"Everything alright, Mrs. Hughes?" Instinctually, she wanted to reassure Gwen that everything was indeed alright - especially seeing as how this would be the young woman's first performance in a duet, let alone her first performance in this capacity. However, Elsie was also not one to placate, especially when the truth was obvious.
"Once this performance is over, it will be." She archly confessed, finding herself unusually honest with her student.
"I understand. I've got butterflies in my stomach, too." Gwen spoke quietly, knowing that they couldn't be too loud since they were backstage.
"Which makes perfect sense."
The younger soprano nodded, taking the words to heart as she tried to desperately, silently get rid of her nerves.
"You know, maybe," Hesitantly, Gwen began to speak once more, needing something to do. "Maybe, there's a way to take away the butterflies."
This, apparently, was not the right thing to say.
"No, you don't want to do that. Doing that takes away what makes anything in life worthwhile." The younger woman looked at her teacher, wondering just what she meant by that. However, it looked like she'd be receiving no answers on that front.
Though, at the suggestion of getting rid of the butterflies, an old comment came to mind. Something the older woman had not thought about in years.
"There is one thing that you can do."
"What's that, Mrs. Hughes?" Genuinely intrigued, the second soprano leaned in to hear her teacher even better.
Elsie paused a bit, finding it somewhat ironic that she was coaching Gwen on something that she personally still struggled with to this day. Nevertheless, it didn't take away from the advice.
"Don't get rid of the butterflies." The choir teacher repeated, recalling the exact words spoken to her at the start of her career. "Make them fly in formation."
Gwen nodded, a little too caught up in the fact that she was only about a minute from performing to really hear the phrase. Still, it did sound interesting - even if it didn't really make sense.
"Thank you, Mrs. Hughes!" She whispered, taking any form of encouragement as Sybil approached the pair - the youngest Crawley sister prepared to perform their duet.
"You're welcome. And, please, make sure to have fun!"
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The rolling notes of the piano floated around the two young women as they continued to share their message of friendship and love. Starting off first, Gwen had quietly began the song - slowly gaining confidence the more she continued. Her voice drifted through the higher notes, a nervous breathy quality taking over at times even as Sybil remained by her side on stage.
Then, once it was Sybil's turn to sing, she took it with great gusto - soothing away the apprehension that came with being put on the spot.
"How can I keep from singing?" The youngest Crawley sister asked the crowd, her gaze smoothly shifting back and forth between Gwen and the audience at hand.
All of a sudden, their eyes both seemed to beam a bit more, as fears melted away for what they both loved in the song was approaching.
"When tyrants tremble" "When tyrants tremble"
"In their fear," "In their fear,"
The two voices arched through the air, soothingly echoing as they turned to beautifully singing in unison.
"And hear their death knells ringing,"
Splitting off once more like waves of the ocean, the ripples of their voices rose and fell in dynamics - all the while maintaining a lovely forward motion.
"When friends rejoice," "When friends rejoice"
Mr. Carson watched with great delight as the two sopranos began to echo one another, truly beginning to blend their voices for the first time on that stage.
"Both far and near," "Both far and near,"
"How can I keep from singing?"
Now, something that felt like a proper duet was beginning to emerge as the pair began to truly enjoy themselves - embracing the simple and elegant harmonies that the song provided.
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"No storm can shake
My inmost calm,"
Elsie quietly kept Beryl company as the woman clutched her trumpet whilst Daisy fidgeted in her seat and Jane Bird kept a close eye on her violin. Their trio of "Pie Jesu" was sure to be delightful, of that she had no doubt.
"While to that rock
I'm clinging."
Sybil and Gwen's song was slowly coming to an end, signaling that it would soon be time for her friend to perform.
"It sounds an echo
In my soul.
How can I keep from singing?"
"You'll be brilliant," Elsie softly reassured her dearest friend, absolutely confident in the woman's ability. Beryl gave a small smile, pleased that - even with all the nerves - they could share this.
"It sounds an echo
In my soul.
How can I keep from singing?"
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The tranquil and gorgeous notes that came with the trio's version of "Pie Jesu" - something the choir teacher never imagined a trumpet of all instruments to accompany - had been rather reassuring.
That is, until she realized that she was next.
Though, as she rose to her feet one last time for that evening, it seemed she wasn't to face this alone: she felt a familiar presence approach with half a minute to go.
"Are you ready?" Charles quietly asked, having felt it was best to give her space until it was time to perform. Elsie turned to him, a hint of a nervous smile in her eyes as she nodded.
They continued to stand together in the shadows of the backstage, content to silently enjoy one another's company before their part in the show began.
"Well, one thing's for sure," She murmured as the piece ended, somehow being heard over the sound of cheery applause. "We won't be doing the choirs any favours if we hide back here."
A chuckle rumbled at this, one that brushed up against her dress and brought a calmer beam to her gaze. For, with his soft laugh came a rather invigorating thought:
No matter what happened next, they would be alright.
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As the trio departed from the stage, it seemed as though the final act of the night was to be a little late in making it to the stage. Luckily, it only took a few extra seconds for the final performers of the evening to appear.
And once they appeared, it was to an incredibly supportive crowd.
An appreciative applause sounded as the woman, dressed in a gorgeous gown shimmering with astonishing shades of blue, took her place along the curve of the piano. Once she was settled, her partner - a man wearing the traditional garments of a conductor - stood by his spot at the piano bench. Both gracefully bowed at the applaud, his being one of pure decorum whilst her held a regal air befitting a prima donna.
As the applaud began to settle down, it became apparent that the pair would need a moment to concentrate on the matter at hand. The pianist waited, observing his colleague as she put a hand gently to the piano - her eyes closing and her head tilting towards the ground as she allowed herself to become grounded.
Silently, her hand lifted itself from the piano as her eyes opened and gaze lifted once more to face the crowd.
It was time to perform.
Softly, slowly, the exquisitely haunting sounds of the key of E started to descend upon the space.
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"If I can stop
One heart from breaking,"
Elsie's voice started in a lower range, gradually rising in pitch and volume even as it refrained from crossing past mezzo-forte just yet.
"I shall not live in vain."
Truly, Charles internally remarked, this song represented her attitude towards life.
"If I can ease one life the aching"
The days spent in her beloved company taught him as much, as well as the times within these last six months that he had observed her help any and every student she could. Metaphors, ideas, her very energy radiated a sense of kindness and support not many found within the world.
"Or cool one pain,"
He could only hope the crowd before them had even an inkling of the truth of the matter: that this was someone who genuinely meant the words she sung. Fortunately, at the very least, they would be impressed by her high notes and her beautiful range - of that he was sure. For now Elsie was beginning to soar into the vocal stratosphere, even though the song was still just getting started.
"Or help one fainting robin
Unto his nest again,"
His fingers danced along the piano keys, eager to accompany in any way he could.
He is, after all, on her side.
"I shall not live in vain."
The notes spin around her steadying voice, a voice now dipping into the lower depths of a soprano before beginning to swirl back up into the heights of an astonishing range.
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"If I can stop
One heart from breaking,"
She kept her gestures and movements simply, focused purely on elongating the notes with genuine emotion and letting the forward momentum of her voice shoot forth with the purest of intentions: to fill the entire auditorium with entrancing, invigorating sound.
"I shall not live in vain,"
It's true: she was someone who desperately wanted to make a difference. To not only lead her charges forward, but inspire them to lead others as well. It didn't always show, and certainly not when she was stressed out of her mind, but it was and would always remain true.
"If I can ease one life the aching,"
Long forgotten notes, notes that she had only just become reacquainted with in the last few weeks, ached to spring forth. Vibrato was all too willing to assist a body still rusty with practice but quite determined to sing. Tenacity effortlessly gave itself over to a mind that had been fraught with concerns over this performance, a mind that was no longer able to concentrate on anything other than the song at hand.
"Or cool one pain,"
It had been a very long time since she had the chance to convey such freeing notes to a captivated crowd, the act nearly making the whole experience cathartic in a sense. It reminded her that Joe would have wanted her to continue to perform as such, that performing was just as vital to her existence as teaching.
And, that - even with her determination to be the best teacher she could be - she truly could afford to live a little for herself.
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"Or help one fainting robin
Unto his nest again."
Goosebumps and shivers observed in awe as the marvelously high notes flew past the ceiling and into the sky - the sounds sustaining themselves with an incredibly effortless energy. So many jaws were gaping if not dropping at the inordinately angelic sound emanating from the woman - a person whom they had unintentionally taken for granted in the few months she'd been a member of the staff.
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"I shall not live,"
Charles's lovely accompaniment continued to steady her as Elsie prepared herself for the most challenging, and quite possibly the most mesmerizing, part of the solo: the final section. Truly, it was moments like these that reminded her how well they worked together, complementing one another to a level she had never before experienced.
And she was so glad that they had begun to recognize that. She was so grateful that their relationship was shifting into something far beyond colleagues and friends, that she would happily take on new challenges as partners quite willing to be stuck together.
"I shall not live,"
Although Elsie wanted to turn to him and only him - in an effort to convey that she would happily go through all of this solo business again, she would even deal with the stresses of the entire school year all over again, so long as he were at her side - she remained focused on the individuals before. For now she had to make the butterflies within her stomach glide purposefully into the space. Now, she had to become as grounded as possible whilst allowing the most enthralling part of the song ring forth.
"In vain,"
The astonishing notes took to the skies, maintaining themselves for a gorgeous and lengthy amount of time as her voice carried itself through the enraptured crowd. She maintained her composure until the final chords of the piano range out - making sure to remain firmly grounded in her presence and resolutely free in her tone.
And only once the last chord was struck did Elsie allow herself a smile.
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Daisy was in tears, deeply touched by the sentiment, with Beryl not far behind.
Miss Baxter and Joseph were transfixed by it all, having not anticipated quite a performance and shook by it all, to say the least.
Thomas seemed unable to look at anyone other than his teacher, still entranced even though he'd already caught a hint of the song earlier this week.
William couldn't help but grin in amazement and loudly applaud, having known she'd perform so well even if he'd never personally witnessed her perform a solo before.
Andy was mystified to say the least, having not known this was what his teacher could sound like. Now, he really wanted to audition for the Concert Choir - if it was at all possible to get to that level of singing.
John nodded to himself, outwardly appearing rather calm even as his inward feelings were far more stupefied. Anna, on the other hand, was openly smiling and cheering in great approval - so very pleased that that is what ended the show.
Mary had arched an eyebrow by the end of it - refusing to reveal just how taken aback she was - whereas Matthew was smiling good-naturedly at this behavior. He, too, heartily clapped along with the rest of the crowd.
Edith looked positively stunned whereas Sybil and Tom were giving a rambunctious standing ovation - along with a fair amount of the crowd.
Jimmy was resembling a codfish, Alfred mirroring him perfectly as Ivy chose for a widening of the eyes as well as a gaping jaw.
Cora looked beyond misty eyed, and Robert was rather close to mirroring the expression.
Isobel was on her feet in a heartbeat, enthusiastically adding her applause to the mix.
And, Violet?
Violet Crawley hadn't been paying attention to her face as the solo progressed. As such, a series of double-takes, varying eyebrow raises, and looks of incredulity had taken hold of the woman throughout various parts of the song.
However, now that the performance had ended, her features were schooled into a prim and confident expression - her accompanying words equally as sure of themselves.
"I always knew that Mrs. Hughes held talent."
Isobel swiveled around to her colleague, disbelief radiating from every fiber of her being. Violet acknowledged the look by meeting her colleague's eyes and sending her an imposing look of self-assurance.
"Mr. Carson only chooses to work with the best."
Isobel wanted to point out that it was she who hired Elsie all those months ago - not Mr. Carson. She also wanted to bring up the fact that it was she who essentially gave Elsie permission to create an a cappella choir.
However, Isobel also recognized that she was dealing with Violet Crawley. That Violet Crawley was rather set in her ways, backwards as they may seem at times.
In any case, this particular battle was not worth the migraine that would ensue.
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As the crowd continued to envelope the space with their rigorous standing ovation, Charles stood with them - joining in the enthusiastic applause.
It was only then that Elsie turned towards the piano, having heard the sound of his own clapping. And once she had realized who was applauding, it was with a bright and gracious twinkle blending into her demeanor that she recalled old habits and gestured for the audience to applaud for him as well.
Still, he couldn't hear a bit of the applause because she was now looking at him in such a manner that his mind blocked out everything else.
The stage lights hitting her dress caused equivalents of overtones to shoot out - cerulean, periwinkle, azure, all these colors glowed around her as she continued to meet his gaze. Her trusting smile, equally magnificent as the dress, glowed with surprised happiness - relief twirling around and crinkling the corners of her eyes.
And still, it wasn't those magnificent mixture of blues that captivated him. Nor was it her beauty - something so obvious and so breathtaking in a moment such as this.
Rather, what captivated him in this moment was the loving expression she held for him only when their eyes met.
There had been an almost indiscernible sense of shock within them - one that came from realizing the audience thoroughly enjoyed what she undoubtedly deemed a simple solo. Worse still, he could see herself wanting to bite her lip, clearly wanting to shy away from it all - having not been in such a position in at least half a decade, if his knowledge of her career was correct.
However, any traces of bewilderment had vanished once they caught sight of one another.
Instead, there came an awareness that it was their combined efforts, their ever-growing partnership, that brought this about. And it was this awareness that soothed away all insecurities - all fears.
That's when Charles came to one more conclusion. One that Elsie seemed to concur with as she walked towards him - beckoning the choir director to gracefully follow her as they exited the stage.
"I think that went fairly well," She lightly whispered, clearly still caught in the emotions that always followed an exhilarating performance. No matter, he would save his revelation for a later date. "Though, there were a few moments I'm still not too pleased about-"
Well, this will simply not do.
"Mrs. Hughes," He interrupted, gently guiding her towards a section of the backstage area where they would not be easily observed. "Before you begin your self-critique, I'd like to share with you my thoughts on the performance."
"Oh?" She looked at him, quite curious. "My, my - I hadn't been expecting a critique from you just yet."
"But, that's the point." Elsie now looked rather confused, not sure where he was leading with his statement.
Well, he could've continued to explain that he had no real critique for her - that he honestly thought her performance to be quite splendid. That there hadn't been a clear flaw or correction to make, that he'd much rather clarify just how brilliant it had been.
However, talking really only got him so far. So, instead of responding with some sort of reassurance or platitude, he could only give a chaste kiss - hoping she'd understand the meaning behind.
Judging from the way chastity soon gave way to something stronger, it appeared to be that the message was received as intended.
And when they parted to breathe, neither having expected such a moment, they could only stand quietly in the shadows - oblivious to proceedings that always followed the end of a performance.
Eventually, though, a response had to be given. A step did have to be taken.
"Charles," She softly began to ask, "Would you mind repeating your thoughts on the matter?"
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"Mrs. Patmore, did you see Mr. Carson and Mrs. Hughes?" Several of the students had found the woman and converged on the spot she stood - in order to congratulate and interrogate her, of course.
"I haven't seen either of them since the performance." Beryl confessed, having been a little confused by their absence. "Though, I suppose they're getting prepared for the reception."
"Of course," Daisy concurred, as the other students murmured other versions of agreement.
"Well, if you see them before we do," Alfred piped up, "Please tell them that we thought their performance was absolutely brilliant."
"As well as yours and Daisy's and Mrs. Bird's!" Ivy chimed in before Alfred could continue to accidentally insult the band director.
Beryl resisted the urge to snort at the attempt to smooth things over, having found this whole interaction to be entertaining in more ways than one.
"I'll be sure to do as such."
See, she had the funniest feeling that Mrs. Hughes and Mr. Carson were not focused on the reception in the slightest.
At least, for the next few minutes.
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Gwen had only been intent on making sure her phone hadn't been left backstage - for she had placed it down somewhere in the middle of the show.
However, having noticed two rather familiar figures hidden in one of the many nooks of the backstage area, she figured she'd check tonight's dressing room first.
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"Before you two can go to the reception," Beryl had eventually found them, content to ignore the fact that they had disappeared for a solid twenty minutes. "You need to wear something a little more appropriate."
She gestured to Mr. Carson's conductor attire, having been rather disappointed that he'd been firm on wearing it for the show - even after they'd purchased new attire for him.
"And you," Beryl continued, eyeing her friend with a hint of mirth. "Need to fix your make-up. But, unfortunately, as Mrs. Bird reminded me only five minutes ago, I'm already late in grabbing my nephew. So I won't be able to help."
"But why bring a child to a reception like this? Surely, there are better things for him to do."
"Since I'm in charge of him until his mum gets back, I can't leave him unattended. And nobody was available to babysit." She sighed, looking a little frustrated. "Believe me, Mr. Carson, I had no intention of bringing Archie to this."
"I'm sure," Charles started, though Elsie soon placed a hand on his arm - not wanting this to escalate when they were doing so well.
"Yes, well, we best be getting ready." She said, "We'll be sure to see you at the reception!"
"If you're not there within the next forty minutes, I'll be sending Mrs. Bird to investigate!"
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"Do you suppose Mr. Carson and Mrs. Hughes are alright?" Sybil asked Gwen, looking around the crowd in search of her favourite teachers.
"I'm sure they're perfectly fine." Gwen responded, not necessarily wanting to really give the matter much thought.
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When they had finally made it to the reception, it was with a sense of relief that Elsie realized Beryl was within spitting distance of the entrance.
"And who might this young man be?" She approached the pair with curiosity, having never met her friend's nephew before.
"Archie, this is Mrs. Hughes and Mr.-"
"Hughes! Mr. Hughes!" With all the excitement a seven-and-a-half boy could muster, Archie Philpotts eagerly proclaimed this statement to the entire world.
The result was instantaneous:
Charles was the color of the carpet, Beryl was dying of laughter, and Elsie looked as though she were crossed between experiencing both reactions.
"Well, actually, Archie,"
"I take it we are to refer to you as 'Mr. Hughes'?" All hilarity ceased at the sound of Violet Crawley's regal tone. Now, the blushing man was as still as stone, the band director now practically wheezing out silent giggles, and the only other choir teacher was as frozen as her companion.
"Well, that is his name!" Archie continued to respond, oblivious to the situation before him.
A braver boy never existed, Elsie thought to herself as she watched him continue in his declarations.
"Archie," Beryl began to regain her decorum, now remembering just who her nephew was speaking to.
"No, no, I understand perfectly well." Violet said, somewhat amused by the interaction. She then turned to the choir director. "Well, Mr. and Mrs. Hughes, I would personally like to congratulate you both on a riveting performance tonight." She turned to the band director. "And, you were, of course, a treat to listen to as well, Mrs. Patmore. Truly, I've never encountered such a version of 'Pie Jesu'."
But, whether that was a compliment or insult would never be known:
Violet was already in the process of regally departing, heading off to converse with some of the other receptions guests and leaving the three adults shell shocked in her wake.
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"Mrs. Hughes, Mr. Carson!" A woman they'd never spoke to before was beginning to approach them both - accompanied by Cora. "May I present one of our honored guests this evening,"
Ah, yes, the part they were both preparing for and dreading: socializing with the people who could quite possibly help pay for the rest of the choirs to go abroad.
Here's hoping their collective charm and wit won their cause at least £1,000 more pounds.
And, if that couldn't be managed, here's hoping they got a chance to continue congratulating one another on a job well done. For that at least should be worth much more than any donations procured throughout the evening...
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A/N: One showcase down, two competitions and a concert to go! And, now, I hope you have more of an understanding as to why I chose the title I did for this story :)
And finally, I think - to give good quality chapters that are also lengthier, I'm going to have to update once a week for the time being. That may go back to twice-thrice times a week, but for now I don't want to unwittingly break any promises or expectations when it comes to updating.
In any case, thank you so much for your patience! And have a fabulous day :)