Oh bloody hell. I’ve heard of being born to play a role but this is just fucking ridiculous! Ok maybe I should go back a bit and explain what’s going on. You see my name is Jeremy Taylor and up until my 25 birthday my life was pretty normal; I was a graduate of Rose Bruford College of Theatre & Performance, I had a cute if not a bit clumsy girlfriend, and a job doing small acting parts in commercials, and TV shows. Anyway I guess you could say this all started a few days before my birthday, when I got a call from my agent.
I was sitting in a cafe eating some chips after a long day of filming the pilot for a new show about a man going through rehab that falls in love with an Irish bartender, when my phone rang.
"Hello." I said answering it after seeing it was my agent.
"Jeremy, cheek it out. You know how you've been asking me to find you better jobs?" My agent asked.
"Yeah..." I answered curious to what he found.
"Well apparently someone over at the BBC got a hold of your profile and recommended you for the part of the next Doctor in the hit show Doctor Who."
"You're kidding! For real?" I asked excitedly.
"Yeah man. You have an audition tomorrow at 11, at the BBC. Don't be late."
"Thanks!" I said hanging up.
I quickly finished my food before paying for it and heading home to my two story London flat. Once there I called my girlfriend to tell her the good news.
"Hello?" She asked answering her phone.
"Hey Maggie it's me Jeremy". I answered back.
"Oh! Hey Jeremy! What's up?" She asked.
"Oh not much, just my agent got me an audition for the part of the next Doctor on Doctor Who tomorrow." I explained.
"Wow! That's awesome!" She exclaimed excitedly. "I hope you do well tomorrow. I got to go now. My parents are in town and they're taking me out to dinner to celebrate my birthday a day early. Love you."
"Ok, Have fun. Love you too. Bye." I said before hanging up.
That night I made sure to get tons of rest so I wouldn't be tried for my audition, but my brain had other plans. For the hundred thousandth time since the series ended I had a dream about the series finale of My Little Pony Friendship Is Magic.
Doctor Whooves was running through the Everfree Forest, every so often ducking behind a tree. “Derpy?!” He called out for the blond Pegasus. As he came to a small cliff a Dalek came around the corner and he was pulled to the side.
I shot out of bed with a start. Why did that dream always freak me out so much? It wasn't that scary and always ended before it could get anywhere near the end of the episode. Anyway I got out of bed, and got ready for my audition. When 10:30 rolled around I got in my car and started the eight minute drive to the BBC. I walked up to the front desk and the lady there told me where to go. A few minutes later I was sitting in a hallway next to about five other guys who were all about my height and build all with brown hair and lightly tanned skin.
I passed the time reading a science magazine I had brought and It wasn't long before a young women with a headset and clipboard came out and told me they were ready. I walked into the small studio and right away I could tell that they liked me. The head writer of the show, as well as the previous Doctor were there and I think I heard them muttering something about my looks being uncanny to the casting director. Anyway I sat down on the chair and they gave me a part of a script to read.
"Ok, but what are you going to do?" The previous Doctor said reading me in.
"Well," I began almost not even looking at the script. "Once I get my sonic screwdriver back from that little brat I'm going to shut down the supercomputer, disrupt the radio transmission, fix the TARDIS, and get us the hell out of here! Then I think I'll take a nice relaxing walk cross one of the many red sand beaches of Blindor Seven." I finished.
It was only then that I realised that I had been holding the script upside down and didn't even look at it. Luckily they didn't seem to notice, as everyone in the room was standing and clapping. I had to admit this was a first, not just getting a standing ovation at an audition but being able to finish reading an audition script before being interrupted.
When the clapping died down and everyone took their seats again the casting director told me that my audition was the best that they had seen so far and that they'd let me know if I got the part or not by tomorrow which was the Doctor Who Anniversary and my birthday. I shook their hands and went back to my house and called Maggie to see what time she wanted me to pick her up so we could celebrate her birthday.
“Hey Maggie, it’s me Jeremy, just calling to see what time you wanted me to pick you up for tonight. Call me when you get this.” I said when I got her answering machine.
Right after I hung up I got a text from her saying that she wasn't feeling well and that she had to cancel. I texted her back telling her that it was ok and hoped she would feel better soon. After canceling our reservations, and with no other plans for the night I called up a couple buddies of mine and we decided to celebrate my birthday a day early.