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"Not so surprising that I became an actress in this universe," remarked Amy. "I was always quite good at acting. Played the turkey in my fourth-grade thanksgiving play. It was my only major role, but my critics said I was 'quite the star.'" She paused and shrugged. "My critics being my aunt."

"That's great, Karen." Her make-up artist laughed as she brushed some sort of expensive-looking compact onto Amy's face.

The Doctor coughed as his own struggling artist tried, and failed once more, to brush powder on his face. He waved the dust away, blinking rapidly. "Is this all really necessary? I think I look fine. Actually, better than fine."

An assistant trotted over bearing two cups. He handed one to Amy. "Your cappuccino, Miss Gillan." Then he turned giving the man in the chair a strange look. "And, your, uh, custard… Sir…"

"Thank you, small errand person." The Doctor grinned at the boy, pulling a bendy straw out of his inner pocket and promptly began to slurp up the yellow custard as the workers looked on confusedly.

The PA swallowed, growing increasingly uncomfortable as the Doctor drained the cup. "Um… No problem."

The make-up artist rolled her eyes and threw down her brush as the Doctor coughed at the dusty powder once more. "Alright, I give up. Why don't you get on set. Sir."

The Doctor hopped off of the chair and began to march towards the set, dragging a reluctant Amy with him. "You heard the woman. Come on set, Pond."

The artist frowned and leaned towards her co-worker before muttering, "D'you think he's on drugs?"

"Doctor, wait," Amy whispered as they neared the large room. "You do realize that I don't actually any of these lines, yeah?"

"I know," he murmured back, smiling innocently at a passerby. "Which is why, Pond, as soon as we find an exit, we're going to try and make a quick es-"

"AHHH!"

The duo turned to see a man falling out of thin air from what appeared to be a set-made balcony. He landed on the front window of a car and the glass smashed to pieces. They heard faint mutters of, "ow, ow, ow" before he slowly slid off and onto the floor.

"Great, perfect," shouted an important looking man yielding a microphone. "Great job, stunt. Now, why don't we try it again, but this time with less screaming? Remember, you're portraying a brave man, here."

"Really?" The stunt called back. "Because I'm thinking that that was actually quite accurate."

"Rory!" Amy darted towards her husband before the Doctor could hold her back.

"Amy!" The Doctor ran after her.

"Doctor?" Rory rubbed his head as he stood up.

"Karen! Matt!" A PA rushed towards the three. "You're, uh, you're not in this scene."

Amy turned towards the PA, giving him what she hoped was an intimidating glare. She raised her eyebrow. "Listen, you, I'm the star here, and I can be in whatever scene I want to be in."

The assistant blinked and glanced back at the director. He raised his arms in what appeared to be a "figure-out-what-on-earth-is-going-on-or-so-help-me" motion before turning to speak to a woman beside him.

"But, miss, um…" The boy stuttered. "You're really not…. I'll… just go and speak to Mr. Moffat." He ran off.

Amy looked back to see the Doctor and Rory staring at her, surprised and, honestly, a bit frightened. She shrugged. "What? I panicked. I get diva-y when I panic."

"It's true," Rory murmured.

"Karen, Matt." The two turned to see the megaphone man looking at them. "Why don't you two come over here for a moment? And someone, get that stunt cleaned up. He's not even in this episode."

Hey, guys! I'm sooooo sorry I haven't posted anything in forever! I keep starting things but I can't seem to finish anything these days. So, really, sorry if I've let any of you down.

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- Impossible Oswin

PS: Sorry. More coming, I promise.