Title: Stage Fright
tth100 theme: Witches
Crossover fandom: X Factor format and Eastenders characters
Characters: Willow; Johnny, Ian and Sharon as judges
Prompt: 010- Dream
Word Count: 434
Rating: G
A/N: Repost without the real people
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon owns all things Buffy. Someone else owns x-factor and the BBC own the Eastenders characters.
--On with the story…--
She knew where she was going, she just didn't know why. There was one of those queuing ropes running along the wall right up into the distance and there were signs that several people had been there; discarded newspapers, old drinks cans and leftovers from lunch. But now it was eerily quiet.
A woman came out of the double doors and looked around.
"There you are! Come on, you're last up."
Willow followed her without question. She wondered where she was going, but didn't ask. They walked down several corridors; the only person they saw was a cleaner dragging along a Hoover.
"Just through there; they're waiting for you."
The woman walked off. Willow could hear the click clack of her shoes long after she turned the corner. Taking a deep breath, Willow pushed the double doors open and walked slowly into the room onto a large red 'X' in the centre.
There were three people staring at her expectantly.
She looked at them confused. "You…You're not the judges."
"We're sitting at the table, aren't we?" The only woman said.
Willow thought it over for a moment. "I guess…"
"Well, who are you?" One of the men asked rudely, bored of the conversation. Johnny Allen. Not a nice man.
"Willow Rosenberg."
"It's nice to meet you Willow. And what will you be singing?" The woman, Sharon Watts, said, much more kindly than the man that had spoken before her.
Sing? She couldn't sing! But she opened her mouth and, rather bizarrely, started singing 'Puff the Magic Dragon'. And not very well at that.
When she stopped, the three judges were staring at her. Sharon Watts' jaw had actually dropped and Johnny Allen's eyes were popping out of his head. Ian Beale seemed content with stifled laughed.
"That," Ian started; "is quite possible the worst thing I have ever heard."
Johnny laughed again. "For once we agree. She's perfect!"
"Wha…"
Her protest died away, as did the walls around her and they were replaced with huge stands filled with people. Willow blinked under the harsh lighting as everyone started booing. The opening strands of 'Puff the Magic Dragon' started playing, so she did the only thing she could think of. She screamed.
Willow sat bolt upright in bed, disturbing Kennedy's sleeping form beside her.
"Willow? What's wrong?" She was immediately alert, looking for the threat.
"N-Nothing… You'd never boo me, would you Kenn?"
She gave her girlfriend a strange look. "Of course not."
"Promise?"
Kennedy sighed. By now she'd realized that something in Willow's dream had spooked her and decided to just go with it.
"I promise that, no matter what the situation, I will never, ever boo you. Happy? Good, because I can think of much better things to do in bed than talk, you got me?"
--Finis--