Clara Oswald was in the kitchen, standing over the counter. She had a pamphlet in her hand, which she was looking at. "Miss Stery's Fabulous Tap Dancing Spectacular". Clara gave a sigh. She wanted to go to this show, she loved tap dancing as a kid. She just wished she could take someone with her. Going alone seemed corny, and desperate, and old lady-like. She wished she could take Danny. But he's dead. And a Cyberman off god knows where. She gave another sigh, about to place the pamphlet back down. Then she heard it. The familiar wheezing of a certain blue box. She looked up from the pamphlet, her eyes lit up. That's it. Of course. Clara gave a wide smile as she rushed out the door.
The Doctor flicked the lever as the TARDIS landed in the street. Ready to for his next adventure. Ready to take Clara Oswald somewhere else exciting. He clapped his hands together and strode confidently over to the doors. He opened the doors to reveal...Clara. Standing there. Really close to the TARDIS. Closer than usual.
"What's this?" He asked, eyes widening as he held the doors open, "Why are you so close? And your eyes are doing that thing again, you know I don't like that"
"Tap dancing" Clara said enthusiastically.
"Tap dancing?" The Doctor asked.
"Tap dancing" Clara repeated herself, grinning widely, showing him the pamphlet.
The Doctor grabbed the pamphlet off Clara and gave it a read.
"'Miss Stery's Fabulous Tap Dancing Spectacular'," he read, "Since when did you like tap dancing?"
He gave the pamphlet back.
"Since always!" Clara replied.
"I really can't picture that," The Doctor said, "Clara Oswald, interested in tap dancing. You sure you're not trying to hint something with that?"
"What would I be hinting?" Clara asked, slightly confused at The Doctor's accusation.
"Oh, I don't know, that you want to see something different than tap dancing, something similar yet different, like space tap dancing!"The Doctor said, pointing a finger at her.
Clara gave him a frown.
"No," she said, "Just tap dancing. Just normal, good old fashioned tap dancing"
"But why are you asking me, of all people? Have you met me?" The Doctor asked her.
"Yes, I have," Clara stated matter-of-factly, "And because I don't want to go alone"
"But me?!" The Doctor reiterated, "I don't even like tap dancing! Or dancing in general, I mean have you seen me dance? At Amy's wedding I looked like one of those wacky inflatable men, it was horrible, I don't even know what I was thinking"
"Come on, Doctor, please!" Clara begged, "You're always taking me everywhere! Let me take you somewhere! Just this once"
"But tap dancing?" The Doctor asked once more, "Surely there are better things you can think of to take me to"
"I'll let you take me anywhere you want" Clara said, turning on her heels happily, confident she had The Doctor in her hands like putty.
"Don't I already do that?" The Doctor asked, finally giving it and closing the TARDIS.
"Mostly it's anywhere I want, but you come with me, and I'll let you be the destination picker" Clara chimed happily.
The Doctor just simply rolled his eyes as he followed Clara down the street.
The two arrived outside the theater the Spectacular was being performed at. It was very large, and very bright. The signs were covered in pink borders advertising the Spectacular. It was like a Broadway show was being put on right here in England. Clara's face beamed.
"This is so exciting!" she exclaimed, "I can't believe I'm actually going to see a tap dancing performance in person!"
"Too pink if you ask me," The Doctor scoffed, frowning that Clara had somehow managed to convince him to come along with her, "And look at the lights, they don't even glow in sequential order, they're randomised. That's just laziness. And the names are just big square letters, they may aswell have used Comic Sans to write it, and-"
Clara gave The Doctor a glare, cutting his rambling off, "I know you don't like tap dancing, and I know you don't like doing ordinary things, god knows why you followed me in the first place, but can you at least try to ACT like you enjoy it?"
"Tap dancing is the best thing history ever invented" The Doctor said sarcastically, putting on his best fake smile.
"That'll do" Clara said with a sigh as they entered the building.
The Doctor looked around the building as they walked through the corridoors. There was a reason he followed Clara here. It wasn't because of the Spectacular, though. Something about the pamphlet didn't seem right. He just wasn't sure what. And he didn't want Clara knowing because he could see how much seeing this performance in person meant to her. Looking around, the building seemed off too. It was too perfect. Too perfectly set up. They entered the auditorium, which was filled with rows and rows of pink seats. They walked down to the middle aisle of seats and walked amongst them.
"Oh, look the seats are even pink, how ordinary" The Doctor stated, then noticing the glare Clara was giving him, "I mean, yay, pink!"
He gave a wave of his hands as they both took their seats and watched the stage, which was covered by closed pink curtains. Clara simply put a finger up to The Doctor's face, and pointed it to the stage.
"Just watch" she said.
And at that, the pink curtains began opening as the room went dark.