[video][action]

[guitar_hero]

[At a small venue in Attleton, it seems like a small modified theatre that is nevertheless packed. The Doctor is on stage with a small band behind him, tuning his guitar.

After a moment he looks up and gestures and an image appears on the screen behind him.

He looks at the house now, light glinting off his sunglasses and grins]

I'd like to thank you all for coming. You probably don't even know who I am, but with any luck, you'll remember some part of my name.

How are you doing, Little Attleton?

[there is a half hearted cheer and he half laughs]

Me too.

[he shifts his weight and grins]

Let's get things started.


["Bad Reputation" is first. As the opening noises begin, a blue police box appears on the screen. As the song plays, pictures of the universe flicker about it rapid fire. He finishes the song with a flare and grins]


This next one is just a little something for someone special-- they know who they are.

[a wink.

He begins "Are You Gonna Be My Girl", singing with energy, on the projecter, space is flying by with the police box image spinning small and crazily through it. The song is sung normally except with 'curled blond' instead of long brown]

He cools down a bit, plucking out a little riff and bobbing his head. I'm going to bring it back down just a little. Have you ever met someone who just has their way with everyone whether they know it or not?

I mean [he grins] Other than me.

Well, watch out, Attleton, Nova, Fayren and anywhere else with ...well anyone generally. [He points at the camera

And then begins to play: "The Boys Are Back in Town". The blue box just sits at the corner and a picture of a handsome and perhaps familiar man.

At the end of the song, he salutes]

Going to bring it down now for just a moment. [the music changes to something softly jazzy and the image on the projector changes to a softly swirling nebula with the box turning in the center]

Yes, not rock and roll. It's a shock, I know, but a little culture wouldn't kill you. Anyway, a classy lady deserves a classy song. Don't you think?

[after a sip of water he pushes the guitar behind him and begins to sing: "Have You Met Miss Jones?". He's not the best crooner and his voice isn't as rich on this as it should be but there's definitely a lot of heart. ... More than you'd probably think on first glance. At the instrumetnals he kind of sways and snaps his fingers with the beat...]

Before we go for about oh, fifteen minutes... let's pick things up just a bit.

[He begins: "I'm Gonna Be (500 Miles)". The blue box is flying through space again though at a more sedate pace.

At the end of it he bows and lifts his hand. He takes his water and walks off stage]



[Intermission]

[The Doctor spends his fifteen or so minutes back stage, ankles crossed on the dressing table and drinking water. He's not even breaking a sweat though looking a bit pensive as he does. He's not like to answer any messages -- or if he does it will be brief though he will receive a visitor or two for a moment]



[As he comes back to the stage he looks a bit posher, with a vest and jacket, the glint of a watch chain hanging from one of the pockets]

The back half of this is going to be a little different-- but let's start with a classic. Well, classic for Earth anyway in certain time period. Anyway.



[he takes a drink of water and makes a face, seeming to consider something before nodding and pointing at the projector. The universe, such as could be represented by limited tech, appears once more and the blue box floating through it.

Though this time there appears to be some writing on the side of the box. Something about a 'bad wolf' and he begins to play "Summer of '69" He lets that settle for a moment, a faint smile on his face and he shakes his head, chuckling at something only he knows.]

This-- well, don't get your hands in a flail, it's just a song. And aside from, well, certain things, doesn't mean anything but a hope. Alright? [this may seem a little strange, but then, he's talking to someone speicifically.]

[after that spiel is over he begins to play: Amy. He sings it mostly as it is, except mudstains instead of bloodstains because there's no reason to get anyone too excited. It's just a song. No spoilers whatever. Shut up.

In any case a regular blue box, looking the same as it ever did, flies through space and twirling streams of cosmic gasses]

[when that is over he frowns, looking at the floor, playing a sad song and then, without preamble, launching into "Whatsername"

When he finishes the silence goes on a bit longer than it probably should, then he looks up and quirks a smile.]


It's funny, though because, even when you forget so much, more than you ever would ever think you would-- something in you remembers. [he taps the center of his chest with a finger]

All it takes is bringing it to the light again. And until then, you just have to hold on to what you've got.

[after that and another drink of water, he plays: Pale Blue Eyes", the blue box beside a small blue star that flickers intermittently.

When that is done he smiles and spreads his hands.]

So, we're almost at an end here. Hope you've been entertained. I usually just play in the background but sometimes you got to get up and out there. And, oh, I plan to. So long as I'm here. Might as well, right?

And you might not know who I am, but at least you can remember one thing, of everything else....

[he turns, back to the camera and does something around his neck before running a comb through his wild white hair. When he turns back, he's wearing a bowtie with his hair in a kind of 1950s look]

I've been expermienting with back combing, what do you think?

[only it's a lie, this is a one and one time only thing. However, he still makes it look good.]

Now then, Little Attleton. Allow me to rock you out.

[He begins to play: "It's My LIfe" The blue box coming front and center again and pulsing on the beat before the singing starts and pictures of various faces flash on the screen. including this one. He might have nicked the pictures from River before starting this, but hopefully she'll be pleasently surprised.]

[At the end he bows again before rising and making double peace signs. The crowd, at least, seems pleased]

Thank you, Little Attleton! You've been wonderful! Everyone else? I'll see you on the flip side.

[finger guns at the screen. The stage goes dark, there is a kind of grinding, wheezing noise and when the lights come back up he's gone.]

Comments

[Action] / [After the show]

[bigbadrose]

[Drags him to his own room separate from 10s, the classroom he never uses now that he has another one, but while she's got him on the TARDIS.]

Not Elvis, but not bad. [Wearing her own 1950s poodle skirt outfit and pink goggles.]

[Action] / [After the show]

[guitar_hero]

[and is he tired of seeing his office in either space. Still he sits in the too hard chair, probably hard because someone was jealous of all his time away, kicks his feet up on the desk and laces his fingers behind his head]

Well... [and he tries to do that squeaky voice thing before touching his tongue to the bottom of his teeth] Who needs to be Elvis when you look this good.

[Action] / [After the show]

[bigbadrose]

[She could take him back to her room but 10 would know and 12 is trying to keep 10 from -- whatever.]

[She hops up on his desk, back to him, but shoulders turned, tongue still lolling as she crosses her legs and swings them the opposite way.]

Am I supposed to disagree?

[Action] / [After the show]

[guitar_hero]

[he just grins at that and then takes a pencil from the pencil holder to prod her on the bum with an eraser]

You should come with me next time.

[Action] / [After the show]

[bigbadrose]

No way!

[HIDES IN JACKET.]

[Action] / [After the show]

[guitar_hero]

Why not? It'd be fun. [another prod] Besides giving people something to look at. You can sing that, what's it song, the one where they do the thing.

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[bigbadrose]

[askldjaldkjaslkdj]

[Normal Rose would be all over this.]

[And she tries to grin, and DOES smile some but...]

[Puts the goggles on and gives him a coy look instead.] Too vague. Know the decade? Or lyrics?

[Action/As the shows ending]

[rando_dork]

[Gwen's in the crowd for this. She's a drummer. Music is her life, right along side her cellphone and costumed vigilantism. When the stage goes dark the crowd goes wild and she does too.

Except then she gets an idea.]

Free Bird! Free Bird! Free Bird!

[Soon enough the entire crowd is starting to chant it along with her.

Encore?]

[Action/As the shows ending]

[guitar_hero]

[It would be impossible to pick out who had started that for a normal person. Fortunately he is a brilliant and smoking hot Time Lord with eyes like a cat even behind sunglasses (and let's be honest, partly due to them).

In any case he laughs]

You know, I should have seen that coming. Alright. Free Bird it is. But only if you jam with me, blond girl!

[grins and points]

Come on! Up on stage.

[Action/As the shows ending]

[rando_dork]

[Seriously? How did he pick that out? And SERIOUSLY how did her spider-sense not go off at a time like this. This should definitely count as danger.

Okay. Maybe she shouldn't overreact. It was only Free Bird and she had only been without a set of drums for over two months now. That was going to have to change.

There's a shrug and a grin as she approaches the stage. She had been putting off doing something like this for way too long.]

Okay. You're on!

You mind if I take drums?

[Action/As the shows ending]

[guitar_hero]

Go ahead if you think you can keep up. [he plays a riff] I don't know if you've noticed but I'm a bit of a wild child.

[Action/As the shows ending]

[rando_dork]

Ha. I'll see what I can do, old timer

[She says the last bit with as much affection as she can. She heckled him to play this song, she certainly wasn't trying to offend him.

She takes a seat down behind the drums. It feels like home. This where she belonged. She starts up quick beat just to warm herself up. Then she smirks at the Doctor.]

Alright. Ready when you are.

[Action/As the shows ending]

[guitar_hero]

[he knew it was just stage banter. After all he hardly looked a day over twenty]

On my mark then, newb.

[and then to the crowd.]

Are you ready for Free Bird?!

[they cheer back at him]

Right then. [he counts down from three, two on his fingers and then at one he drops his hand to his guitar and begins playing Free Bird.

As the solo nears, though he grins, and when it is time, kicks it into high gear]

[polyandrist]

[There was no way River was missing her husband's concert. She was seated not quite front and center but close to it, and she was watching in a way that was more than a little bit amused. When he changed the lyrics, River cheered, and then of course she shook out those blond curls, with a grin.

Of course she noted the faces and where they had come from, and she was surprised. It was fantastic to see all of him there, and her smile is sad for just a moment, because it was all of him, and she wondered how many more of him there would be that she didn't have the privilidge to meet.

Her diary was almost full after all.

But when he was done, she stood up and cheered even when she heard the parking brake and he left. She had found herself seated at the bar when she received the text from Rose and sighed loudly. Finishing her drink River started looking for the TARDIS, and once inside, she found his room and leaned against the open door, applauding.]

[guitar_hero]

[he grins, seeing her, kicking his feet off the table and pulling her close with a hand on the small of her back]

You looked great out there, Professor Song. [he kisses her lightly]

[polyandrist]

[River kissed him back, and then she cared her fingers through his hair with a laugh.]

Not half as good as you did, my love. I really was quite impressed.

[guitar_hero]

Yeah? [his grin widens] That's nothing. Wait til you see what I can really do. [he's not sure how he's going to make this bigger but he can't wait to try. Maybe add some pyrotechnics? Hm]

[polyandrist]

Oh, is that so. What happens next? Do you acquire perfectly lovely back up dancers? Do you add a violin?

[River was teasing him as she carded her fingers through his hair.]

I'm sure I would look good as one of them. What do you think?

[guitar_hero]

Now that would be telling. [though he does have the strange image of River on a neon platform and go go boots that he's not quite sure what to do with. The thirty-sixties were a hell of a time]

As if you wouldn't try to steal the show. [it would be a competition to be sure though not a bad one. He welcomed the challenge]

Your singing's not bad. I know what notes you can hit. [devilish grin. And, oh, how he does]

Action, after

[im_with_stupid]

Guess who is getting a huge hug from a Pond with tears in her eyes as soon as she can find him.

"That was beautiful, Doctor," she said as she clung to him. She wished Rory could have been there to see it too, but.... But that was just amazing.

"I didn't know you could play music. Or that you could ever have a face that is actually cool." Sorry 11, bow ties are not cool? That concert? Beyond cool.

Action, after

[guitar_hero]

He hugs her back, tightly, trying not to notice the tears because what was with the tears these days? Why was that a trend? Not that he didn't understand the need for humans to express that kind of emotion, but he really needed to get on finding a way so they'd never have to feel it.

He laughs at her words.

"Don't tell that to the Great Gonzo. You'll break his hearts even if he won't show it." He kisses the top of her head reflexively. "I've played now and again. Care for a drink? In my second time around it was a recorder. Was actually highly tempted by the pipes." Which is kind of a double entendre, but not one he's going to explain.

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[im_with_stupid]

She chuckled. "Oh I tell him all the time he's not cool. At least this way he'd have hope," she said with a chuckle. "Sure. Tea?" She... was drinking a lot less wine since the whole Rose mess. "A recorder? Like what? Audio cassette?" she teased. "Video." she's old. Shut up.

Action, after

[guitar_hero]

Which goes back to the trying not to show it or trying harder to change her mind, but he won't get into it. Instead he puts an arm around her shoulder and leads her to the kitchen.

"No, like a... recorder. Similar to a pipe or a fife but bigger and just as annoying." He could play a mean metal version of Twinkle Twinkle Little Star these days if he wanted.

He chuckled though at her questions.

"It's a pity you never met Youtube. I think you'd have fun with it." Or would be an absolute terror with it. Same difference, honestly.

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[im_with_stupid]

"Youtube? Who is that?" Shut. Up. Doctor. Stop laughing at her. She's still trying to picture the kind of recorder he meant.

Action, after

[guitar_hero]

"It's not a who, it's a what. A website. Used for-- you know, video blogging and concerts and... a lot of cats. A lot of cats. Which did not help when they were infected with a hypnotism virus and 2027 repeated 14 times before someone caught on." He might be lying about some of those.

"So... something you'll find out about eventually." Yep. No lies here.