Music of the Night

Rose Tyler hums to herself, a soft lilting melody. Her golden ringlet curls drape artfully around her face, the result of hours of hair and makeup before the show. Her dressing room is quiet, with only a few flickering candles to keep her company. She tucks her dressing gown around herself, lace and silk carefully framing her slender arms and pale décolletage.

She sang for him tonight, as it was he who generously created a role for her. He’d taken the lead soprano, Reinette, out of the picture, just so Rose could sing. She had gotten a standing ovation from the crowd, which had been magnificent. But it was only the praise of one who really mattered.