Disclaimer:DW is not mine. Never has been. Never will be.

Author's Notes: Don't ask me what gave me the idea of making Rose the lead singer of a band... it just came to me one night, lol. Sorry it's been a while, I've been on holidays, and been really busy even while I've been home.


Rose was a bundle of nerves, that much was obvious. This surprised Jack a bit; she'd always been so remarkably cool and confident, but then, this was her band's first gig so it was natural for her to want everything to be perfect. She was running around like a chicken with its head cut off, trying to help fellow band members get set up, but really just making a nuisance of herself.

For the past three months, Rose and the other three members of TRAM (so named from the first initials of its members, Tim, Rose, Adam and Mel) had been meeting in Adam's garage (he was the only one of them who had one - the rest of them lived in flats), perfecting covers of several of their favourite songs and learning a few of Tim's originals. It had been Adam's father who had secured them this gig: a friend of a friend of his owned the youth venue and had agreed to give the group a go.

Jack sat at a table towards the back of the room - while he had a perfectly convincing fake ID that stated that he was under the age of thirty, whether he looked it or not, and therefore allowed in the club, he didn't want Rose seeing him four years before she was supposed to.

Finally, everything was set. Ian, the club owner, introduced the group and they took their places - Adam on the drums, Mel and Tim on bass and lead guitars respectively, and Rose at the front on the mic.

They opened with a cover of Nothing Else Matters by Metallica. Jack had to concede that the song sounded… different when sung by a girl, but he liked it all the same. The rest of the crowd seemed to agree, because they applauded wildly when the song was over. Rose was grinning from ear to ear - for her, the evening couldn't have started any better. Tim's songs seemed to get an even better response than the covers over the course of the night, and soon his grin was rivalling Rose's.

Two hours later, the gig had finished and TRAM had packed up. Rose was on her way to the Ladies' when Ian stopped her, close enough to Jack's table that he could hear their conversation.

"You were great, Rose, congratulations," he complimented her.

"Thanks," she smiled, pushing her hair behind her ear.

"I was wondering whether you and the others would perhaps like a regular spot here each week?"

Rose's eyes widened. "Really?" she squeaked.

"I'll have to talk to your parents, get a few official things out of the way, but I'd love to have you. And I think everyone else loved you, too."

Rose was virtually speechless. "That would be… that would be fantastic!" she finally exclaimed.

"Great. You let the others know. I'll be in touch."

"Okay!" Rose continued in the direction she had been going, but Jack noticed there was a definite bounce to her gait now. As she disappeared into the ladies' room, Jack stood up, and stretched. He knew that he wouldn't be able to return for any of Rose's future gigs in case she began to recognise him, but he was pleased he was there for her first one.

And this was the third time that Rose Tyler made Jack Harkness proud.