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"Ready for your callback audition?" Rose asked Clara while they waited outside the auditorium. Clara bit her lip and shook her head. They had been sitting in the hall for over an hour, listening in on the other auditions.

Clara heard her name echo from the seats, and she walked on the stage to see the Doctor waiting for her. He sat in the middle of the aisle with the top two buttons of his shirt undone, sleeves rolled at the elbow, with his feet resting on the chair in front of him, and ruffled hair with his spectacles on his nose. It appeared he hadn't shaved in a day or so.

Well if this isn't a sight I'd like to see every day, she subconsciously licked her lips.

"Miss Oswald, you remember the routine we went over the other day?" he asked.

"Yes sir – oh, Doctor," she corrected herself. Clara shrugged off her coat. The song they were using for these auditions were from the show, and this one in particular had a bit of a raunchy feel to it; so Clara did her best to dress the part. She noticed the Doctor ogling a bit.

"Doctor?" she put her hands on her hips, "Somethin' distracting you?" she smirked.

"Ah, no," the Doctor coughed, flustered. "Just, uh, making notes," he grabbed the remote and pressed 'play' for the music to start. Overall, Clara felt her audition went rather well. She had been going over the music with both Rose and the Doctor, and he had also helped quite a bit with the private dance tutorial.

Clara stood in an ending pose, her chest heaving to catch her breath. Her eyes drifted down to the Doctor, who she saw quickly look back down and scribble something.

"Thank you Miss Oswald, I think we will be in contact shortly."

"Auditions aren't even over Doctor. Am I sensing a bit of favoritism?" Clara playfully raised her eyebrow.

"Maybe I just like seeing you in a tight skirt," the Doctor mumbled.

"What was that Doctor?" She heard exactly what he said; she just wanted to hear it again.

"Oh, nothing dear. On your way now love," he waved her off the stage. Clara skipped happily back to Rose. Once she was gone the Doctor relaxed in his chair, fanning himself with his papers. "Lord have mercy, I think that girl's going to make me insane."


Clara was sitting in her room when her computer chimed with the 'mail' icon bouncing up and down. She clicked on the little envelope and saw an email from the Doctor.

Miss Oswald,

The cast list for our production of 'Anything Goes' is in the link below. Rehearsals begin in one week.

-The Doctor

Clara's heart was pounding as she tentatively clicked on the link.

Cast List

Anything Goes

Reno Sweeney ~ Clara Oswald

Billy Crocker ~ David Smith

Hope Harcourt ~ Rose Tyler

Moonface Martin ~ Rory Williams

Bonnie ~ Amelia Pond

Lord Evelyn Oakleigh ~ Danny Pink

"Rose!" Clara screamed. "Rose, I need you right now!"

"Clara? What's wrong, what is it?" Rose ran into Clara's room half dressed. Clara looked up at Rose in her state of frenzy and snickered. Rose stared up at the ceiling, exasperated, "This better be important."

Clara turned her computer to face the distressed blonde. "Look who's on the cast list." Rose read the list, and squealed happily in return.

"Clara! My Clara! You got it!" She engulfed the small girl in a hug.

"But not just me, you got in too."

"I know! It looks like David and I play lovers," she smiled.

"Big surprise," Clara rolled her eyes.

"Oi!" Rose lightly batted Clara with a pillow.


Clara timidly knocked on the Doctor's door.

"Come in." He looked up when she entered. "Miss Oswald, to what do I owe the pleasure?"

"I got your email, and I read the cast list, and I–"

"Are you not pleased with your role my dear?" he rose from his desk.

"No, no, not that; I wanted to thank you for putting up with me these past couple weeks," she laughed lightly.

"It was my pleasure love, I rather enjoyed the company. It's not every day I get little flirts and smirks from such a fine young lady."

"Doctor I am still a student here, I do believe you are being rather unprofessional," she teased.

"Thank you for reminding me of my place," he nodded. Clara nodded in return. There was a brief silence until Clara looked in to the man's pale blue eyes. Those eyes have seen quite a lot, she could tell.

"Thank you for giving me a chance," she whispered and embraced him in a tight hug. The Doctor wasn't entirely sure what to do; therefore he opted for awkwardly flailing his arms about. She was on her tiptoes, and her head was right under his nose. She smelled nice, like vanilla and cinnamon.

Clara unwound herself from the hug, "Well, I'll be off," she said awkwardly before exiting the office. The Doctor watched as she closed the door, and collapsed into his chair with a loud sigh. He hadn't been hugged like that in a long time. There were so many ways Clara reminded him of her, and he still wasn't sure if it made him happy or miserable. It seemed to be a mix of the two.