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The atmosphere was amazing…music was pounding from the huge speakers and the current set enthralled the crowds. The sound of the bass and the drums could be heard for miles around.
Rose Tyler knew this because she was still stood in the queue on her own waiting to collect her tickets and could hear and imagine it all. The Doctor and Captain Jack had disappeared- probably to find a nice garden to be sick in after going on a quest for alcohol just over three hours ago. Now, Rose was 'thrilled' to find out that number three hundred was collecting a family pass. Two hours in, and all she could hear was 'All About You' muffled but still audible from the concert venue, and arguing families. Running a hand through her blonde hair for the fiftieth time and glancing at her watch (which was little good due to the fact it had stopped ever since she first travelled in the TARDIS. The Doctor had offered to fix it, but Rose had seen some of the Doctor's 'fixed' watches and politely declined.)
As she moved less than a millionth of a millimetre closer to her ticket, the Doctor's Assistant thought she heard someone call her name. Turning around, Rose answered; "What?" thinking it was The Doctor or Jack, but the angry-looking Frenchman behind her simply replied with a rude French noun. Rose stuck her tongue out and turned back. As she did so, someone else caught her eye. Squinting slightly, she could make out a figure about her height, whom appeared to be waving. As she tried to concentrate there was a lapse in the line and Rose was jolted forward. When she looked up, the 'person' was nowhere to be seen. Sighing, she rubbed her eyes.
"And now I'm seeing things. Great." The young woman muttered.
"Not to mention talking to yourself." A man in front with an Indian accent put in without turning.
Rose rolled her eyes and concentrated on trying not to fall asleep. It appeared several others had fallen asleep standing, whilst the unfortunates couldn't stand the wait and merely collapsed. Luckily, there was trained security by the name of SRS (Sleepers Removal Squad) on hand to dispose of any 'line-droppers' as Rose had nicknamed them (well, if you had three hours of sheer boredom to stand, what you do instead?). As the SRS moved in to collect the Indian man aforementioned that had collapsed in what Rose thought an act of God for sheer cheek, the mysterious head appeared again, but closer. Rose looked harder and noted black, short hair and black clothing for that was all she could make out.
'Why did Jack have to choose this day to borrow the binoculars?' Rose asked herself, before the voice of Jack popped into her head with 'Bird Watching' followed by the Doctor's 'Time and Place for everything' speech. Rose smirked, replaying the conversation her head. She was beginning to miss them, though not quite as much as 'Mister Snooglepoof'- her stuffed toy pig. Admittedly, life in Time and Space would have been quieter with Snoogles.
"NUMBER 600 PLEASE!"
Three hours later, and no sign of 'the boys' or the vanishing head. Rose was now losing her sanity at a rapid rate. The ambulance crew wandering around in addition to the SRS was also off-putting. It appeared a soup kitchen had been set up for 'those of hungry stomach', and it appeared the port a loos were overrun with 'those of little bladder strength'. To avoid completely doing her nut and murdering someone with her trainers, Rose was counting the number of people been carted off in wheelbarrows by SRS officials. This was an increasingly difficult game to play because of the SRS attendants that also appeared to be randomly passing out and those didn't count for any points.
As she continued to count, there it was again- the head. Jerking her own head up so fast she nearly received whiplash, Rose finally was able to note who this person was.
"You!" she squealed as the head approached, with a body inevitably attached.
"Er, yeah." The 'head' replied. "You what exactly?"
Rose realized that she just sounded like a complete wazzock and rephrased.
"I mean..Benji from Good Charlotte…" she grinned sheepishly.
"Yes, me." Benji continued.
This short-lived doomed-from-the-start conversation was then rekindled with the immortal (yet unexpected) words;
"Can I have an autograph?"
"What?" Rose spluttered.
"You're that girl from Doctor Who." Benji reminded her. "I want an autograph. Sign my guitar?"
He held up the guitar that had previously been slung over his shoulder and Rose looked slightly shocked.
"What's Doctor Who?" she asked. "How do you know the Doctor?"
"I don't know him stupid; he's not real." Benji rolled his eyes. "I watch the TV show. You should know. You're in it!"
It appeared this day was not going to get any weirder.
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