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In the world of dance, nothing comes higher than a slot at the Royal Ballet. It was what Rosa had been training for her entire life, but was it what she really wanted? Rosalind peeked out from behind the curtains on the side of the stage, watching as the crowd started to trickle in from the outside and all dressed in their fancy evening wear; the ladies in elegant dresses and the men in their suits and ties. Rosa and the girls shared a quiet look of panic and apprehension; this dance concert was the biggest one they had done yet this season. Rosa sighed, still jittery, and smoothed down her leotard, deciding to retire to her dressing room until the curtains went up so she could sit alone with her thoughts in the quiet.
The winding corridors took her on a twisting and turning journey down and through the bowels of the theatre, until she finally found the pale green door with her name on it. Entering through the creaking wood, she daintily set herself down in the chair in front of the mirror and began to methodically apply the concert make-up, humming a snatch of the tune to herself. The sounds of the orchestra warming up drifted through the floor to the dressing rooms and there seemed to be a buzz of life in the air.
At first it was a small fluttering of the papers on the desk, causing the ballerina to sigh and drop the make-up to sort them out again before returning to her make-up. The wind picked up and gradually grew more intense and wild, scattering the papers all over the room and most definitely getting her attention. Rosa stood up, completely in awe of the scene in front of her, frozen to the place in shock. There seemed to be nothing there in the impromptu hurricane until a police box just... appeared in the middle of the room. Rosa braced herself against the breeze, which in the small dressing room was quite blowy, and peered out from under her arm as the noise finally stopped grating her ear drums into a mess. She looked around her in shock, rooted to the ground. "Hello?" Rosa called, her nerves a jumble as she tentatively tiptoed closer.
So imagine her surprise when the door was flung open! Rosa gave a squeak and shuffled backwards, tripping over the chair leg and tumbling to the floor on her back. Frightened, and with nothing else to do, she backed herself up against the wall, her hand seeking out a section of the pole from the clothes rack that had broken earlier today. Climbing her back up the wall hesitantly, bar held out in front of her, she stared astounded at the new arrivals.
The Doctor was always keen for a night at the Opera or even a rousing Ballet. But this evening was not a leisurely one. Something was wrong. His TARDIS at least seemed to think so. The Doctor had long since given up trying to riddle out the fickle nature of his TARDIS. She had a mind of her own and had very archaic notions of how a TARDIS and it's pilot are meant to cooperate.
He was beginning to understand why she'd been condemned to a life in a museum. Newer models of TARDIS were more compliant, less strong willed and certainly didn't kidnap Time Lords. But in retrospect, The Doctor would not have altered that time line, not in a million lifetimes. She had saved him in many ways it was not fathomable to express with mere words.
He stroked the console waiting for her to finish materializing. It was not that he'd finally gotten used to his TARDIS' rebellious nature, He was just in no mood to try and argue with her. Once the TARDIS was quiet he sighed, tugging on that bottle green velvet coat and looked towards the doors. “So, Old Girl, where've you dragged us off to now?” he asked playfully as he flung the doors open.
Imagine his own surprise when he realized he'd been materialized in a dressing room of some sort and there was no a rather panicked young lady holding a metal rod in front of her, defensively. “Now now, let's not be hasty. I'm The Doctor.. What might your name be, my dear?” The young woman gave the tell tale signs of fainting as the color drained from her face and she seemed to go weak in the knees. He dashed forwards to catch her before she hit the floor and held her for a moment in his arms. “Well, that's certainly a less than graceful first introduction.” he chuckled and propped her into the vanity chair and lightly patted her cheek to try and wake her.
Rosa drifted groggily back to life, scrunching her eyes and rolling her head gently around against the headrest at the barrier between awake and unconscious. What had happened to her? Slowly, Rosa blinked open her eyes and waited for the room to focus, momentarily disorientated. The girl struggled to sit up, rubbing her face with her hands and looking around rather confused, before her eyes settled on the blue box in the corner and then back to the man in front of her.
"Ah."
She vocalised, frowning and pushing herself up so she was upright in the chair. Rosa understood the man had somehow come from the blue box which had somehow just appeared in her dressing room from out of nowhere. There were far to many somehow's in that sentence for her liking. "I'm sorry, I never caught your name." She asked again, clearing her throat daintily and looking up at the man with a lopsided smile, aware at the mess she must look right now but made no move to sort it out.
"I'm Rosalind, Rosalind Rothschild. Sorry but how..?"
Rosa left the rest of the sentence trailing, gesturing over at the blue box in the corner and the scattered papers around the room. "What... what are you doing here? The guest entrance is around the front." She tried again, pushing herself to her feet and tottering around to the paper, rubbing her head and bending down to try and clear it up. In short, Rosa was still in shock, slightly frightened and perhaps a tiny bit excited.
He smiled, seeing that the young woman was feeling better. He patted her shoulder gently and walked away from her and moved to gently crack her door open to peer outside. “The Doctor” he replied simply in a somewhat hushed tone. He licked his lower lip curiously as he watched the busy comings and goings of the other dancers. “And who might you be?” he inquired finally turning back to her and securing the door behind him, firmly locking it with his sonic.
"I'm Rosalind, Rosalind Rothschild. Sorry but how..?"
“The TARDIS” he rattled off, as if she should have known. He had a tendency to forget that not everyone knew what a TARDIS was or what it meant or what it was capable of. With as many companions as he'd had over the centuries, he figured at least the word would have gotten around by now. And it certainly wasn't as if he was the only Time Lord with a TARDIS at is disposal, naturally she should have known, right?
"What... what are you doing here? The guest entrance is around the front."
He opened his mouth as if to speak, but his mouth closed again as he ran his fingers through those long unruly curls, then tapped his chin. “I'm not entirely sure. That's the trouble with The TARDIS, she has a mind of her own” he said with a rather pointed stare at the blue box in the middle of a dressing room. He turned his attention back to the door, unlocking it once more and letting it open just a crack to gaze through.
“Tell me Miss Rosalind.. Have you seen anything strange? Anything... out of the ordinary?”
"The TARIDS?" Rosalind repeated, tilting her head to the side in mild curiosity over the strange name. It didn't sound very local to her. Very suspect. "She?" The ballerina repeated again, quite aware that she was doing it but not sure how to stop it. Rosalind cast a glance that could have been called fearful over at the innocent looking blue box in the middle of the room and cast another nervous glance at it's apparent owner. Of course it hadn't occurred to her quite what the box was capable of, how it had gotten into her dressing room and who or what this man actually was. Then again, if she had realised all of that she probably would have fainted again with the possibility of it all. Sometimes, ignorance was bliss.
She cringed away from the door slightly when he opened it again and continued to gather the scripts into neat little stacks, the pattering of ballet shoe covered feet muffling past as a gaggle of dancers crept along the corridor entering her ears but not registering as important. Music again drifted through into the dressing room and Rosa was again reminded of the show. "Strange?" The girl was brought back to reality by the odd man's question, and she found herself wringing her hands slowly as if she was nervous. "Well, there is this one thing; I'm not sure if it is significant but I'll tell you anyway." She rushed, still uneasy around this apparent 'Doctor'.
She paused, unsure if she should go on. "My dancing partner for a few scenes, Patty, sorry Patricia, has missed the last few rehearsals and she never would do something like that. Dancing is her life, she worked so hard to get here and I cannot imagine her missing those rehearsals for nothing..." The dancer paused to think a minute, her face lined with visible worry. "Though she did say she wasn't feeling well two days ago... and I haven't seen her properly since. I did her shuffling along the end of corridor the other day but by the time I'd caught up with her she'd vanished."
Rosalind took a seat delicately back on the chair and hugged her slender legs up to her chest, wondering whether there was a connection to the appearance of this very odd man and Patricia's behaviour or whether she was loosing her chain. Both were equally possible. Lord only hoped that her mother didn't visit again. What on earth would she say to a man in her dressing room?
He peered gently over his shoulder as he glanced over to her, nodding softly as she explained one of the odd goings on. The mention of Patricia's strange behavior and then seeming to vanish, at first, seemed rather trivial. Everyone had off days. Perhaps this Patricia simply had lost motivation or just was under the weather. But as he mulled these thoughts over him his head, it clicked. The TARDIS never just plopped him somewhere without reason.
"Can you show me where you last saw your friend? The area where she seemingly vanished. This might have something to do with why I'm here.. Admittedly that's not much to go on, but.." he grinned that youthful school boy grin and waggled his sonic screwdriver between his fingers in a gentle flourish before tossing it up slightly and letting it fall, catching it and tucking it into his vest pocket. "I suppose that's half the adventure, yes?" and he gently eased the door open, glancing from side to side to see that the 'coast was clear' before venturing into the hallway.
Rosalind cast the man a strange glance but complied nevertheless. She climbed daintily out of the chair and crept over to stand by his side, feeling oddly safe there. It was as if this strange man had appeared to make it all go away, well, he seemed to back that idea enough to make it seem a stark possibility. As he grinned, she couldn't help but grin shyly along, wrapping her cardigan closer around her and folding her arms over it for warmth. It had suddenly gotten very cold in the small dressing room.
"Wait." She voiced hurriedly as he ventured out into the hallway, gripping his arm with surprising strength and roughly hoisting him back into the dressing room and nudging the door closed. "It might be best for me to go and check that the coast is clear first." She nodded slowly and raised an eyebrow, hoping that he would catch what she meant. In these times, a man in your dressing room would only mean one thing, no matter what story you told or whether it was even true.
"The girls here talk, and they do little else." Rosalind fixed him with a poignant stare and a small smile. "I'll be just a minute." She said, tiptoeing to the mirror and sorting out her windswept hair into a tight bun before slipping out the door with a shy wave.
Outside, she took a deep breath and ventured discreetly to investigate, almost walking head first into her mother. The dancer caught herself just in time and smiled brightly (and she hoped it was convincing) moving subconsciously to stand in front of the door. "Mother, what a surprise to see you here! I did not think you were arriving until tomorrow." She voiced, as much genuinely concerned as she was intrigued.
"I thought I'd surprise my darling daughter, why, are you not happy to see me?" The woman pouted, pulling Rosalind into a hug and holding her at arms length, her concern not for her daughter's well-being but for her dancing performance. That was how it always had been and how it always would be.
"No, mother I am, really. It was just unexpected that is all." Rosalind smiled, and true it was not only unexpected but inconvenient. Her mother coughed once and placed a hand on her daughter's shoulder. "Why don't we step into your dressing room to catch up, you've been frightfully busy for weeks on this show and I have seen hide nor hair of you." Her mother voiced, moving to open the door handle. Oh no. Not there.
"I must say that I have come over rather tired after my last practice. Perhaps I may take a lie down and meet you tonight after the show for dinner?" Rosalind moved to intercept her mothers path and yawned, smiling sleepily and hoping she would understand. A tense few seconds passed in which Rosa could swear she saw the gears turning in her mother's head. "Of course my dear, I wouldn't want your performance to suffer. You rest all you need." She planted a kiss on her daughter's forehead and pulled her into another hug before retreating in a perfumed shadow.
Rosa let a few more minutes tick by in the deserted corridor to make sure she wasn't returning before turning around the slipping back into the room, letting out a deep pent up breath. "That was tense." She muttered to herself, not sure how much this 'Doctor' had heard. "The coast is clear, come on now. We must hurry." Rosa's voice was infected with a sense of urgency as she opened the door and peered out, motioning for him to follow.
"She disappeared just at the end of this corridor."
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