Starstruck *Matt Smith* (Editing)

Chapter 1

"Sofia Clark," calls Mark Gatiss. I stand up and walk into the screening room. "State your name, age, role you're auditioning for, and hometown," He instructs.

"I'm Sofia Clark, age 27. I'm auditioning for the role of Vienna Stone and I currently live in London," I answer his question with a monotone. I gape in awe at all the legendary people sitting in front of me. First, Mark Gatiss, and the British legend, Steven Moffat himself. And... no... it can't be.... he lowers his sunglasses and looks at me. His green eyes meet my hazel ones, and I figit with my silver infinity ring nervously. The floppy brown hairstyle and large, pointy chin. Staring back at me was none other than Matt Smith, Doctor Who star.

"Sofia, this is Matt. He will be blocking the scene with you. We will start on page four, whenever you're ready."

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"But... it's...." I stare around and pretend to be shocked. Wait, it's not pretending, it's "acting".

"Go on. They all say it," Matt rubs his hands together, being the amazing, clever, and generally geeky Doctor.

I circle him, pretending he was inside the TARDIS, The Doctor's time machine. "It's disproportioned on both the outside and the inside," I let out a breath.

Matt tilts his head side to side. "Well. That's new."

My character, Vienna Stone, is supposed to work for UNIT, a secret United Nations government, who deals with aliens and such. "And it moves?"

"In both time and space," he says. He let out a chuckle.

"It's so, absolutely...." Vienna, also known as my character, pauses. "Impossible. Fake. I want to go home." I stomp my foot, throwing a mini tantrum. The look on Gatiss' face shows that I'm doing surprisingly well.

"What do you mean, you want to go home?" The Doctor questions.

"It's obvious. There is a holographic projector here," I point to the doors. "And mirrors surrounding the walls. This is just a relic of the fifties. Now," I stamp my foot once more. "Take me home."

"Fine," The Doctor tugs on some imaginary TARDIS levers in an attempt to return my to my normal time.

"ALRIGHT, STOP. Thank you, Vie- I mean, Sofia. We will contact you before Friday," Mr. Moffat shouts.

I half curtsy."Thank you, Mr. Moffat."

"Please, call me Steven," he says. Does that mean I might have gotten the part?

After I leave the studio, I walk to my other job, which is thankfully two blocks away. I open the door to the bar I work at; Shaken, Not Stirred. Tonight is Karaoke night, and I have to manage drunk Madonnas and Lynard Skynards. My life is such a joy.

Luckily, my job tonight is just managing drinks. As I wipe down a counter, I mumble Let Her Go by Passenger.

"Beautiful voice ya got there," says a Scottish voice. I lift my head up, and none other than Karen Gillan is staring at me.

"No, I was just...." I trail off the excitement clearly showing in my voice and on my face. "What can I get you?" I ask excitedly. I mean, it's Karen Gillan!

"You can stand up there and sing," she yells; an idiot turned up the volume of the mic. "And a Scotch!"

"There's no arguing when it comes to Karen Gillan," I raise my hands in surrender.

"That's the spirit!" she says as she takes a sip of her drink I have just supplied her with.

I walk onto the karaoke stage. No one will remember anyway. "I'm going to sing Let Her Go by Passenger." That's the only song I bother to know by heart.

I sing the rest of the night. Not only Passenger, but also Demons by Imagine Dragons, Human by Christina Perri, and Stay by Rhianna. I guess I know more songs than I think I do. When I exit the stage to go sit back down with Karen, two guys are sitting with her.

"That was...something," Karen says to me when I sit down next to a familiar looking chin. She almost has a laughing fit. "Oh, these are my friends, Matt and Arthur," she gestures next to me. "Guys, this is:" she pauses so I can fill in.

"Sofia," I say. Cool, I met a famous person AND her friends today! How could it be any better!?

"Hey," says none other than Arthur Darvill. Oh my God. It takes all my self control to not attack him with hugs.

Chin, who Karen gestures to as...he tilts his familiar sunglasses as I stare into his familiar green eyes.

"You're that girl from the auditions today, right?" asks Matt Smith. God. He's talking to me when he DOESN'T have to. "You were brilliant today," he says, giving me a thumbs up. HE said I was BRILLIANT!

Blushing, I say, "Thank you, but I doubt I'll actually get a part. I just did it so i could mark it off my Bucket List." It's taking all my acting ability and self control to not scream or cry.

"Are you sure? Russell T. Davies watched your footage, and said you were outstanding, as did Steven Mark and I," Matt asks as he raises an eyebrow. Both Karen and Arthur slam their drinks on the counter. "Yeah, Steven almost called her Vienna, too," Matt says, smiling.

"Just a simple slip of the tongue," I say, partially annoyed because I doubted myself, and partially ecstatic that Matt Smith called me brilliant.

"Steven doesn't have slips of the tongue. It's a sure sign!" Arthur reassures me.

After chatting with Karen and the Babes for a little while, I glanced at my watch. 2:56. "I need to head back," I say. As I exit the bar, I don't notice the curb. I slip and fall. Since I was such a genius and wore heels today, I hit my head hard on the pavement.

I close my eyes, and when I open them back up, Matt is standing over me. "Don't worry, Sofia. Everything will be fine." He kisses my forehead, and I fall back asleep.