Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who and I am not in any way making a profit from this fic. While I'm at it, I should say I don't own Brittany Spears either.
"So what do you say, babe?" A man in a trashy gray suit with sleeked back black hair asked her, "Become famous, be loved, have a fan club?"
Rose looked up at him, confused, "What?"
Another man with a dark gray suit and glasses snorted, obviously very annoyed with her lack of attention.
"You, Miss Tyler, could be the next 'Madonna'." A woman in a similar black suit with blonde hair pulled into a tight bun supplied.
Rose raised an eyebrow and turned back to staring out the window, thinking about how she could be on the planet Soueafljhiouhfjks with the Doctor saving them from man-eating socks.
"We have a debut song and everything all ready!" The woman smiled nervously and glanced at the man in the gray suit. The man nodded to the man with glasses and he walked across the conference room to the huge sound system occupying the whole east wall. He pressed a button, and a techno-pop mix bleared out through the room with a squeaky female voice singing meaningless lyrics.
Rose jumped at the sudden sound.
"Your debut song!" The man with the gray suit stated proudly.
Rose's jaw dropped.
"You want me to sing this? Sorry, but my voice doesn't go that high," She said, not sounding sorry at all.
The two men and woman exchanged amused glances.
"Listen, babe," Rose's brow furrowed, "You don't need to sing it. That's why we got the sample. You just need to move your lips and look pretty," The man with the glasses said, ruffling her hair.
When he turned around, Rose flipped him off.
"And we got your outfits all planned out!" The woman declared, switching on an overhead. Pictures of almost-bikini outfits filled the white screen in front of them. Rose widened her eyes.
"You want me to wear that on the streets?" She asked disbelievingly.
The three workers nodded and exchanged triumphant glances.
"So, to sum it all up, you want me to be a sluttier, lip-synching version of Brittany Spears?" Rose wondered, frowning.
The men and woman exchanged looks again, but this time they were looks of puzzlement.
"Who?" The man in the gray suit asked, and the woman nodded. But the man with glasses looked even more puzzled,
"You wanna be a stripper version of my lawyer?"
Rose sported a look of disbelief before smacking her forehead and cursing the parallel worlds.