I wanna go back to the generation when a guy had to get permission from the girl's parents to ask her out. I wanna go back to the generation where a guy would physically call her and talk to her, not text. I wanna go back to the generation where your first kiss would be with someone you've been dating for months, not hookup with a guy you meet in a club. I wanna go back to the generation where a guy would give you his varsity jacket. I wanna go back to the generation where a girl can get any guy just by wearing a t-shirt, jeans, and a pair of sneakers. I wanna go back to the generation where the guy wanted the girl, not always just the sex. I wanna go back to the generation where couples slow danced, not grind. I wanna go back to the generation where love actually made sense.
I don’t really care if it’s mainstream or not. If it’s mainstream, sure, I’m more likely to hear it, but I’m not going to like it more or less because it is considered ‘mainstream’. If the music is good, it’s good.
I put together an introduction to a story I was working on AGES ago. I just found it and thought I’d share it with you. No clue if it will go anywhere, but if it doesn’t, here’s to a pleasant little introduction to nothing!
“You see, just because space and time make up silly rules about what you can and can’t do, doesn’t mean you have to follow them!” The doctor jumped around his golden console, flipping switches and turning knobs. “That’s what’s so great about traveling with me!” The doctor leaned back on the console and gave his companion that sleek smile he uses quite often.
“Well, yeah, I suppose.” A slight Scottish accent emerged from the red head, “I don’t really know when you’re breaking rules but it is fun anyway!” She walked up next to the Doctor and leaned on the console next to him. “So, where to now, Doctor?” Amy planted her hand behind her for support when the Tardis started to jolt around, throwing the two all over the clear, glass floor. “Doctor what is going on!?” Amy yelled as she scrambled for the nearby chair while the Doctor hoisted himself to the monitor.
“No. No, no, no, no, no. This can’t be happening; I will not let this happen again!” He ran around furiously pulling on springs and smashing buttons. The Tardis continued to pitch them about until the final flip of a switch stabilized the room.
“Doctor, what just happened? Where are we?” The Doctor spun around to the monitor and his face grew stern.
“Doctor!” He turned toward Amy sitting nervously in the chair. A look of deep concern and dread painted the normally cheerful face of the Time Lord. The Doctor walked over next to his companion and braced himself on the railing. “We’re in another dimension, Amy. And it is impossible for us to have done that.”
“But you said that you like to break the rules, yeah? Isn’t this just breaking another rule, Doctor? How can this be another dimension?”
“When you flipped that switch, Amy,” he gestured to a dark, ruby red handle, “It altered the coordinates to a place that doesn’t exist. The Tardis mistook that information, and we rammed straight through the void and ended up here. And WE CAN’T GO BACK.” He strode away, shoulders hunched and fists clenched.
“Doctor, I’m sorry,” Amy shakily rose from the chair, “I don’t even know what I did. I didn’t mean to.” She strode towards the exit where she glanced outside. She started optimistically, “well, maybe we can find something out there that can help us.” Amy glanced at the Doctor hopefully.
“No Amy, there is nothing that can get us back. Coming here created a tear in the fabric of both realities and if we go back, we risk destroying everything that ever was or will be in both dimensions. Do you really think there is anything we can do?” Still cross with his companion and more so the situation, he returned to the monitor.
“Yep, you’re right, Doctor, there is nothing we can do.” Amy smiled at him with a sad but hopeful smile, “we might as well go see what’s out there; put this situation on the backburner, yeah?”
“Amy,” The Doctor peered from behind the screen, “We can’t go out there. This isn’t our reality. It’s an alternate one and if you step one foot out of this Tardis you risk tearing everything apart.” He muttered under his breath, “Not that there haven’t been two of you before.” “Ughhh, this is no good, she can’t even scan after that landing.” He twisted the knobs on the monitor. “C’mon, old girl, I need you to help me out here.” He stroked the side of the monitor but was surprised as he heard the door of the Tardis creak open. “AMY!” He slid across the console’s floor and flew towards the door.
“Doctor, are you sure? This looks exactly like home.” The Doctor rushed next to her to see a normal, British street corner with normal British houses and cars and a normal blue sky with normal people walking around.
“Well, that is most definitely the most interesting thing I expected to see out here. That’s why it’s a parallel dimension. It is exactly the same as your world, but something happened that created different timeline. For example, if someone important was killed before they could complete an important task or world changing event, the timeline will be different from the one formed when the said person isn’t killed.” She began to stroll away from the Tardis. “Amy, we cannot explore here. It isn’t like exploring in our reality. Anything you do can be dangerous. Talking to someone can be dangerous. Stepping on an ant can be dangerous.” Amy had been standing a ways off tapping her foot, arms akimbo.
“Doctor, you just said you see no reason to follow rules. C’mon, just for a little while! You said it yourself there was nothing we could do!” She skipped over and tugged playfully on his arm. The Doctor fought off her unbearably cute puppy-dog face. “Ohhhh fine, but first we HAVE to lay some ground rules…”
“Rules, Doctor? Really?” The Doctor’s face grew stern as he pointed a finger at her.
“This is important Amelia. Don’t talk to anybody. That’s it. Nobody at all. You will remain silent. Understood?” She placed her index fingers on her lips, and nodded her head.
“Good.” And with that, he locked the Tardis door and they started on their way down the quiet London-esque street.