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The next morning, was uneventful. I spent the morning looking for a job application, but nobody wanted to hire an American. I was walking down the road from my apartment, when I got a call. "Hello?" I answered. "Is this Cara Singleton?" An annoying female's voice interrupted me. "Yes?" I replied. Why was this lady talking to me?
"I'm calling about the matter of you making it to the final five actresses to be chosen for the part you auditioned for. The next round is at the filing set later today. Apparently, Moffat and Davies moved up the auditions." She hung up, leaving the dial tone sounding abruptly in my ear. I looked at the phone, then to my reflection in a window. I called my mother and told her the news. "That's wonderful, baby." She said, smiling.
After she had finished congratulating me, I began walking to my car. Wales was about two hours away after all.
The two years after I got back from my adventure were spent getting my GED, and somehow transferring that to the British equivalent. It hadn't taken that long, and my last temping job went relatively well, but they no longer needed a driver at the nursing home after it burned down.
It was starting to get cooler as the day went on, and I was soon in Wales, at the current set of Doctor Who. I got out of my car and began to walk up to the door where I was promptly stopped by two security guards. "State your business." The first one said. "I was informed that the auditions for Doctor Who are being held here, and I'm one of the five that were selected." I stated. They began to pick me up and tried throwing me off of the property. "It's a closed set. Only the actresses that are actually selected are allowed in." he said as he shoved me toward my car. "And you don't look one bit like an actual actress. Where's your stage pass, anyways?" I stared at them. "I wasn't given a stage pass. And I am supposed to be here, now let me through, please." I tried pushing past them, but the second one just grabbed me by my face and pulled my face close to his.
"Look, Girl. We choose who gets in, and who goes out. And how do they say it? You didn't make the cut." I pushed him off of me. Mumbling some words under my breath, I flipped them off when they turned around. Resting my head on the steering wheel, I thought of what to do. I pulled out my phone and began flipping through the contact list when I came upon a familiar name. "Calling John Barrowman" my phone said as it rang.
"Hello?" a familiar voice picked up. "Who is it?" I gasped softly. He must have snuck his number in my phone when he gave me a drink. "It's Cara. The girl from yesterday? The auditions are today, right?" I asked. "Yeah. They are. But I don't see you anywhere. Where are you?" he asked.
I sighed. "Two guards won't let me in. They harassed me and threw me out." I paused. "Hold on" he said as I heard him sit up and began walking. Suddenly, I heard him begin yelling at someone. Looking up, I saw that he was yelling at the guards. He turned and saw me. Motioning for me to walk toward the building, I saw him say one final thing before he began jogging towards me. "Sorry about that." He said, "Those two weren't guards. One of the other girls hired them to keep you out. All three of them are being escorted off of the premises." As we walked in, I saw the two "guards" getting shoved into a police car.
Once I got inside finally, I sat down next to another girl in a hallway, waiting for my name to be called. John had gone into the audition room after we had gotten inside. I could hear the narcissistic whines of the other girls, and I almost swore off watching Doctor Who. They kept whining about how the pay was "only so many quid" and they "had to bribe a lot of people to get even this far."
I just shoved my nose farther into the script as their whining only got worse. I couldn't stand people like them. Jumping up when my name was finally called, I straightened my hat and walked into the room "Hello?" I called.
"Come on in, Cara." A cheery voice said. I looked around the corner and saw John sitting next to Moffat and Davies. They were sorting through an assortment of papers. "Another dud." Moffat said, irritated at something. I sat down in an empty chair and watched them sort through the papers. "What are you doing?" I asked, curious.
Moffat looked up at me. "We have to make another new plot for the new episode. The old one was already shown in another TV show. One of the girls leaked it. We have to add a twist to it somehow." He fisted his hair in frustration. I sat forward and picked up a pile of papers. River returns and the Doctor has a kid with her. ..The Doctor regenerates into a female. .. The Doctor and Jack have a fling.
I chuckled at the last one. "Do you have any ideas?" John asked me suddenly. "What?" I looked up. "What ideas do you have for the show?" he asked. "I can give ideas?" They nodded.
I thought of my brief adventure with the doctor. "Well, a person could show up on the Tardis that knows everything about the Doctor." I said, "Like picking up someone from our world and dropping them off in the other one." Their reactions were better than I expected. "Continue." Davies said.
"Well, we could bring back a bit of Torchwood. You know, have a flashback to before Owen and Tosh died. One of the characters could have a sibling that died and wasn't previously mentioned." They nodded. "It should be Owen then. His character is very protective of family." I heard John say beside me. "He could have a sister that disappeared a while back, and the companion could look just like the sister." I froze.
"And they could find her after she wanders off and gets attacked by a Weevil." They continued on talking, while I sat there, frozen. They were describing what happened to me when I met the Doctor.
"Well, Cara." John said, snapping me out of my thoughts, "Looks like you got the part. We look forward to filming with you." He stepped outside to deliver the bad news to the other girls. I smiled and after John got back inside, he offered to walk me back to my car, as it had already gotten late.
I stared at the slashed remains of my tires and the shards of broken glass littering the ground. "MY CAR!" I screamed. "What happened to my car?" I fisted my hair in my hands. I felt like screaming.
John came up to me and put his hand on my shoulder. "Don't worry," he said. "I'll drive you home. We can get a tow truck here tomorrow." I nodded.
"Come on." He said as we walked to his car. Suddenly, he turned to me. "Do you want to go get a drink with me at a pub?" he asked. "I mean, you probably need one after the day you've had." I nodded. "Sure, John. I'd love that." We got into his car and drove off away from my battered car.
We ended up stopping at the Three Tuns Inn on Bishops Street. We walked into the bar and sat down in one of the booths. As I looked over the menu, John began speaking. "You know," he began. "This is where I met my ex-husband, Scott." I looked up at him in shock. "What happened to you and Scott?" I asked. The last thing I had heard was that they were going strong.
"I caught him in bed with another man." I gasped. "That's horrible." I said. I thought back to my own breakup with my boyfriend. "When I disappeared about two years ago." I began, sipping on my Long Island tea. "My boyfriend found this girl and ended up getting her pregnant. I was gone for 4 months," I spat, "and that bastard goes and knocks up some slut. I remember calling him and having her answer the phone." By now, I was on my second glass of drink, and my tongue was thoroughly loosened. "Men are pigs." I stated. "Yourself excluding."
We began talking about our love lives, laughing and having fun. I even told him about what caused me to see my psychiatrists. I had even forgotten about my car. About an hour later, it was time to pay. "Shoot." I said. "I left my wallet in the car. Let me go get it." I walked out the door, a little tipsy, and opened the car door.
I was leaning into the car when someone pulled me out by the back of my shirt. Yelping, I was spun around to meet a familiar face. I didn't have time to react because a fist came flying and hit my face.
I fell to the ground with a scream. They continued to punch and kick at me. "This is what you get for getting me and my brother arrested." One said as he continued to hurt me. "If you scream again, you die." He hissed.
I heard a shout from across the parking lot and looked up. "HEY! GET AWAY FROM HER!" I laughed in joy as I saw John run up and knock the first brother out. The second brother charged at John with his fist up. John parried his blow and punched him in the gut. He fell to the ground and hit his head.
John ran over to me and picked me up carefully. "Are you okay?" he asked. I shook my head as I saw my hand fading once again. "Tell Moffat and Davies" I croaked. "Don't let my character die."