Auditions (Dr. Who ... inspired by recent events ... 1/?)

Adrian Tullberg · Post by **Adrian Tullberg** » 2003-09-29 06:30am

AUDITIONS

By Adrian Tullberg.

***

Apologies to those real people featured in this fic …

***

“What did you want to see me about, Mr. Dyke?”

“Greg. It’s Greg luv. Fancy a drink?”

“It’s 10 in the morning.”

“Just how long have you worked in TV then?”

“Ah … I started as a trainee in 1979 …”

“Give it time. What I wanted to talk to you about is this bringing Doctor Who back on TV. Lot of publicity you’ve drummed up.”

“I have to admit, I was pleasantly surprised by the amount of attention the announcement made … we’re getting worldwide coverage out of two or three press announcements, and we haven’t spent a cent in advertising. It was even featured on Aint It Cool News.”

“ITV?”

“Er … no. It’s an Internet website. It’s run by Harry Knowles? Large chap, ginger hair?”

“Oh. He liked it then?”

“Well … he said he wasn’t against it.”

“And that’s good.”

“Remember the rumours of a new Superman movie? Massive budget, effects rivalling The Matrix? Mr. Knowles got one look at the script, and stated his public contempt. Vultures have been flying around the project ever since.”

“Ah. Okay then. Remind me to put him on the Christmas card list, would you?”

“Can we get back on …”

“Nice bottle of Champers as well. Can’t object to a Bolly at Christmas, can he?”

“You wanted to bring something up with me, Greg?”

“Oh yeah. Look, have you heard the expression; there’s no such thing as bad publicity?”

“Yes ….”

“It’s bollocks. Complete and utter.”

“I … does this have anything …”

“Image counts more than ever before in this day and age. You might get your fifteen minute fix of fame on a reality show, but once that wears off, you’re a sad bastard for the rest of your life, understand?”

“Perfectly, but I don’t …”

“I’m getting to that. The fact is, a stain on public image is like a chocolate body sauce stain on a ‘virgin’ bride’s knickers; a miracle to scrub off and a bugger to explain away.”

“Just how on Earth did you come up with that metaphor?”

“It’s a gift. The point is, you’re going to give Doctor Who a big stain if you’re not careful.”

“How …”

“That writer, Russell Davies.”

“He’s a fantastic writer. He’s …”

“Yes, yes, I know. Critically acclaimed. Fans of the show love him. World renowned. His work spun off in America, la de da. That’s not going to count worth a pinch of shit when it comes to the bottom line, does it?”

“The BAFTAs?”

“Bums on seats. Ratings. I had a confidential conversation with some of the Governors – you know, one of those ‘this never happened’ talks? Anyway, they take a dim view of one of our most well known properties being in control of a raving poof.”

“Weren’t most of the Governors products of a good British Public School education?”

“Don’t play funny buggers concerning irony with me.”

“I must object to a man’s personal life being used…”

“Hang on, hang on. Settle down. I don’t care if he rogers Alsatians in his backyard meself, but he’s responsible for Queer As Folk, isn’t he? Have you read some of the articles you’re so proud of? Half of them have ‘Doctor Who Comes Out of the Phone Booth’ or other clever variations. And the fact is, your average mum and dad might object to letting little John and Sally watch a show which might result in a rather painful explanation about what the hero is doing with his good friends Ben Doon and Phil McCavity, know what I mean?”

“I … it’s a family show, we have gone over this …”

“I know that. You know that. But the fact is, the bloody ignorant masses out there haven’t got their heads around that simple concept, have they?”

“What … do you have something in mind, sir?”

“Well, as a matter of fact, your Uncle Greg does. You are going to hold some auditions for the bird that follows Doctor Who around.”

“Wh … but … we haven’t even cast the Doctor yet …”

“Hang on, hang on … I said audition them, not cast them. Look, you get some tasty birds, particularly ones that the general public know are shaggable. Run them through a few lines, make some tapes. Then when asked, you admit who’s been auditioned, say that you are looking for the right girl, but no firm decision has been made. They’ll run their publicity shots in the mags, you’ll get some extra juice for the project, and most importantly, the good Doctor is not going to be seen as a woolly woofter, okay?”

“Well …”

“An hour or two during the two weeks. Get Davies to come up with some dialogue, and I’ll set up studio time. I’ve even set up some names already. Just confirm with them over the next two days, and you’ll be set. Who knows, you might even find the right girl for the role …”

***

Lorraine shut the door, and took a breath, clutching the sheet of names and contact details.

He’s got a point, in a way. Besides how bad can it be?

A few seconds later, she realised that that question should have been asked after she looked at who was on the list …

***

TBC

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Singular Quartet · Post by **Singular Quartet** » 2003-09-29 03:48pm

*sits in chair, and after a few minute's thought and consideration, chuckles to self*

Now hurry and write some more.

Adrian Tullberg · Post by **Adrian Tullberg** » 2003-10-09 05:34am

AUDITIONS, part two

By Adrian Tullberg

***

“Morning, Lorraine.”

“Russel. Let’s get this over … started with, shall we?”

“Okay now, in your own time … Nigella?”

“Er, excuse me? Granted, I can’t cook as well as you can, but if for any reason a particular recipe demanded I coat a rolling pin in Vaseline, I wouldn’t be applying it like that …”

***

“Lady Ferguson, the fact you weren’t notified of the audition is that … well, you’re not a formally trained actress, per se. Yes, I’m aware of your weight loss commercials. Very … well lit. Look, just send your resume to the department head, and he’ll sort it out, okay? No, it’s not a problem. If you’ll excuse me, I’ve got absolutely tons of work to get through. Good day.”

“Do you hate that guy? I mean, killed your parents hate?”

“Remind me to give him a suitable grovelling apology in the next few days …”

***

“Er, Ms McKenzie? Lindsey Dawn? Ah, that’s all for today, shut down … anybody? Hello? Could you stop staring?”

“Ah … uh …”

“You know, Russell, from an academic viewpoint it’s fascinating that you’re just as fixated …”

“It’s … they have their own gravity Lorraine …”

***

“Lady Ferguson, I made sure that your resume was sent to the right people … yes, I personally took care of it. You’ll get a call in the next day or so, I promise. Someone’s on the other line, got to go.”

“Feeling okay?”

“How the hell did she get my home phone number?”

***

“Isn’t it a little too early to be drinking straight Vodka?”

“How long have you been working in TV, Russel?”

“Well, I’ve …”

“You’ll learn. Hang on, how did we manage to get her?”

“BBC Wales. Plus a need to put a positive spin …”

“The local-girl-done-good instead of the Hollywood-A-List-Money-Grubbing-Freak spin?”

“Yup.”

“Must have been a job and a half getting those paparazzi out of the studio.”

“Not really. Your typical British shutterbug is a very typical blokey heterosexual, so a little gay sexual harassment goes a very long way.”

“Russel, I’m impressed.”

“And I got two phone numbers. Can’t remember which one belongs to the cute one and which belongs to the Reg Hollis lookalike …”

“How’s the reading?”

“Pretty impressive. You know, if we can get her to commit to at least one season, I can really wring a good tragic death out of it … a good contender for the BAFTAs and a dead cert for international sales …”

“Just got a text from her agent. She’s out.”

“What? Oh, I can’t … what is it, more money?”

“She’s pregnant.”

“Again?”

“Latest update has her stopping at Harrods for the booties.”

“Bloody hell, he’s a machine …”

“Hmm. I’m beginning to think that his money and Hollywood connections fall under ‘fringe benefit’ …”

“Think we should send a present?”

“I’m thinking … a television …”

***

“You do understand, Fergie, that ever since 9-11, the security services around government premises have a virtual licence to kill? I’m giving you till the count of three … two …”

***

“Great work.”

“Thank you Greg. Your plan went exactly as predicted … there’s been no mention of Doctor Who being gay for some time, yet favourable press about us in the majority of the media.”

“Good then.”

“If you’ll excuse me, I’ve got some real … more work to do …”

“I’ll have another list done up by Thursday next.”

“… another …?”

“It’s two years until we’ve got something on screen, we’ve got to keep the interest up … Lorraine? Oh bloody hell … Doris, get a nurse or somebody from the medical shows up here would you …?”

***

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Spanky The Dolphin · Post by **Spanky The Dolphin** » 2003-10-09 05:39am

All dialogue + zero prose = lazy storytelling and bad read.

What the hell is going on and who the hell is talking?

Also, you don't need to put so much space between each paragraph or line. The standard double-spacing would be better.

El Moose Monstero · Post by **El Moose Monstero** » 2003-10-09 11:59am

Spanky The Dolphin wrote:All dialogue + zero prose = lazy storytelling and bad read.

What the hell is going on and who the hell is talking?

Also, you don't need to put so much space between each paragraph or line. The standard double-spacing would be better.

What's going is that we're seeing snippets of the interviews and auditions with the two people who've been put in charge of getting the new cast together for Dr. Who. Greg is Greg Dyke, Director General of the BBC, Fergie is Royal Fergie (I forget where she's a duchess of...), Nigella is Nigella Lawson, widely known as recipe whore of Channel 4. Basically, none of it will mean much on the US side of the pond, but I think it's pretty good. Not sidesplitting, but pretty good.

Post by **Kuja** » 2003-10-09 12:02pm

I assume only dedicated fans will get this, because I have no idea what the hell is going on.

Singular Quartet · Post by **Singular Quartet** » 2003-10-09 12:13pm

The_Lumberjack wrote:
Spanky The Dolphin wrote:All dialogue + zero prose = lazy storytelling and bad read.

What the hell is going on and who the hell is talking?

Also, you don't need to put so much space between each paragraph or line. The standard double-spacing would be better.
What's going is that we're seeing snippets of the interviews and auditions with the two people who've been put in charge of getting the new cast together for Dr. Who. Greg is Greg Dyke, Director General of the BBC, Fergie is Royal Fergie (I forget where she's a duchess of...), Nigella is Nigella Lawson, widely known as recipe whore of Channel 4. Basically, none of it will mean much on the US side of the pond, but I think it's pretty good. Not sidesplitting, but pretty good.

Actually, having practiced ability to understand where injokes occur makes it mildly intresting, and the dialogue is well done, and done in such a way that only the dialogue is nessicary.