"Just gotta get out, just gotta get right out and – "
The Doctor stood face-to-face across from a man with a thick, dark moustache. Dripping with sweat, they both crooned into the microphone they shared. The Doctor had removed his tweed jacket in the heat of the stage lights, while the other man wore a white v-neck tank top under an open white jacket with several buckles going across it. It resembled the marching band uniform that Clara begrudgingly wore in secondary school while she played the bass drum. Now, she was in the back playing the drums for the band while their drummer stood in the back playing the tambourine and smiling.
While the classic guitar solo played, the crowd roared. Lights flashed, illuminating the entire stage in a brilliant flurry of color. Fans in the audience jumped and screamed as they sang along to the music and raised signs proclaiming, "We love Queen!"
After a full set of all of their hits, the band took a brief break. Despite the ending of their show, the crowd demanded more. "Encore! Encore! Encore!" they chanted.
"Care to do the honours, Doctor?" Freddie said with a grin.
"It's been a while, but… oh, of course, I'd love to!" the Doctor said, resembling a giddy teenager more than an eleven hundred year old alien.
Freddie nodded at Brian, the guitarist with a mop of curly hair even more ridiculous than that of the Doctor's previous incarnation. Brian ducked out of his guitar strap and handed the Doctor his guitar made of dark wood and black accents.
The Doctor slipped the strap over his shoulders and looked out at the crowd.
"This one's for you, Liz!" he shouted with sweat dripping from his temples. Little did they know that he was simultaneously referring to the current queen's namesake, who lived four hundred years before them, and her descendant in the fifty-first century.
As Clara played a drumroll on the set, he strummed out the guitar riff from the band's new take on "God Save the Queen." The twangy guitar voice resounded through the stadium, energizing the crowd. As the song came to a close, their cries became louder. Clara pounded the drums with all of her might. The Doctor savored every chord, bringing his arm up high after he strummed the last note in true rock-star fashion.
"Thank you!" he yelled. "Good night, London!" He grabbed Clara's hand and raised it up before taking a deep stage bow. As they left the stage, he spun her around as if they were dancing in a ballroom. He raised a peace sign to the crowd and blew a kiss.
"You're such a ham," Clara said with a chuckle.
"Hah!" the Doctor said, reveling in an adrenaline high from his performance. "I taught Freddie that song, you know. Well, not quite that song, but that, er, arrangement of it. We were having a jam session one night and we experimented with different sounds. A lot like science, music is," he said as he tapped her nose. He pulled out two pairs of sunglasses and handed one to her, wrapping his arm around her shoulder while they walked down the hall backstage.
"Feels pretty good to be a rock star, eh, Clara?"
"Yeah," she said, their shoulders bumping into each other as they walked. "It does."