Rose wasn’t initially sure what to make of the offer.
Everybody knew the Doctor, had listened to his music at some point in their lives, tucked up in their bedrooms and pouring over the lyrics insert. Everybody had a favorite album, too. They were never titled, only distinguishable by what he was wearing on the cover.
Her mum’s friends always talked about the Scarf Album or the Cricket Album, but Rose liked his newer stuff, the Leather Album and the Suit Album, even the Cravat Album (though she’d gotten into that one out of order).
So when he’d called her — and her — not her mum, actually called Rose, and invited her to be the opening act for his newest tour, it was kind of a heavy moment.
“I don’t deal with mums and I don’t deal with managers, and I certainly don’t deal with mum-managers,” he said. “You decide if you’d like to come along.”
Rose remembered the long silence down the line before he’d finally said, “I will say, I’d love you to come,” and then he’d hung up.