A/N: In which work on the album moves forward (albeit not very far…) Read and review :)
Jack dropped a newspaper onto the kitchen table, causing the Doctor to jump and almost spill tea down his t-shirt. Blinking, the Doctor looked up at Jack in confusion.
"Page 6." Jack told him, already moving to switch the kettle on.
Still confused and brow furrowed, the Doctor put his tea down and picked up the newspaper, flipping it open to page 6. There, halfway down the page, was a large photo of the Doctor, Rose and Jack heading back from a pub they'd went to the week before. As was routine for them now, Rose and the Doctor were holding hands, laughing at some long-forgotten joke Jack had told them. Above the picture, in bold black newsprint was the headline 'Are the Doctor and Rose Tyler dating?'. The Doctor raised an eyebrow at the article and dropped it back onto the table, looking at Jack.
"This was what you wanted me to see?" the Doctor asked the man, eyebrow raised.
"What did Jack want you to see?" Rose asked from the doorway.
Both men looked up to see Rose, still clad in her rumpled pyjamas, leant against the kitchen doorway. Her hair was a mess and could do with a brush, and her face was as of yet devoid of makeup.
"Yet another newspaper article trying to claim that we're a couple." The Doctor told her, rolling his eyes.
Rose chuckled and crossed to the kitchen counter where Jack was making two mugs of coffee- one for her, one for him.
"I thought you two would want to know." Jack muttered "Put a stop to it."
"Why?" Rose asked, brow furrowing slightly "It's not like they're trying to give the record company a bad reputation. It's all just fan speculation anyway."
The Doctor nodded at that, taking a sip of his mug of tea.
"Well, yeah, but how long before it gets out of hand?" Jack asked them "One minute you're dating, the next minute you're doing drugs or something!"
Both the Doctor and Rose gave Jack a funny look and he shrugged.
"Don't mind me, just trying to keep our reputations intact." He told them.
"Well, what do you suggest, Jack? We've already come to the conclusion we can't afford a manager." The Doctor reminded his friend.
Jack's brow furrowed then, and he thought hard for a minute or so, oblivious to the unimpressed looks the Doctor and Rose were sharing behind his back.
"How about Twitter?" Jack asked suddenly, spinning around with a grin on his face.
"Sorry?" the Doctor and Rose asked in unison.
"Or Facebook. Heck, any kind of social media site will do!" Jack told them, eyes wide now "Just somewhere you can post stuff; pictures, random little things about your day, anything. That way, the fans will be more likely to check there for new information rather than gossip magazines and tabloids! Also then, you can control what the fans see. You could post photos of us rehearsing and stuff, behind the scenes photos that will keep fans interested and excited."
Rose's eyes widened at that.
"So that way the tabloids won't be as interested in following us around?" she asked hopefully.
"Don't bet on it." The Doctor told her warningly, before turning his gaze to Jack "Although it sounds like a good idea."
"I'll go grab my laptop then, shall I?" he asked his two friends with a grin.
"That's it?" Rose asked uncertainly, watching the computer screen over Jack's shoulder.
"That's it." Jack confirmed, glancing at her "We've got Twitter accounts."
"Well, now what?" the Doctor asked uncertainly.
"We tweet something?" Rose suggested.
"Like what, though?" the Doctor asked "And come to think of it, why didn't we just make a group one?"
"We can make a group one when we can afford a manager to run the damn thing." Jack replied, looking over at the Doctor "Else we'll never finish this new album we're starting due to us all arguing over who forgot to update the Twitter account."
Rose chuckled at that as the Doctor's head bobbed in agreement.
"Ok," the Doctor announced suddenly, bringing them back to the moment "suppose we'd better send our first tweet…"
After much deliberation, the trio simply agreed to send a generic 'look who's on Twitter!' for their first tweets, with attached photos of themselves in the recording studio. After that, they got down to working on the upcoming album.
"So," Jack piped up from behind his drum kit "we do, what, ten, eleven songs on the album?"
"Yep," the Doctor nodded "but I wanna try something different for the album."
"Like what?" Rose asked in confusion.
They'd been working on the album for a few weeks, but the Doctor hadn't mentioned that this album would be produced differently to their previous EP and album.
"Well, we don't have to do it if you don't want," the Doctor began uncertainly, tugging on his ear as his eyes locked with Rose's "but I was wondering if you wanted to be lead guitarist."
Rose blinked, her hand unconsciously tightening on her guitar that was resting on her knees.
"Me?" she asked uncertainly, eyes widening.
"If you want." The Doctor repeated with an uncertain smile "You could be lead vocalist too."
"Right…" Rose replied slowly, unsure how to respond "And you don't think I'll muck it up?"
"Course not, Rose!" Jack chipped in with a grin "You're really quite good at guitar now, and we write our own music so we can make sure it's not too difficult. And you're an amazing singer."
Rose blushed at that, ducking her head, but both men saw her slight smile at Jack's words.
"Anyway," the Doctor continued suddenly, interrupting the silence "you don't have to decide right now. We've still got a week or two before we begin recording, so you've got some time to decide."
"No, no, I'll do it." Rose broke in quickly.
"You sure?" the Doctor asked, hoping she'd thought this through.
Rose nodded quickly, and the Doctor grinned.
"Then it's decided, then." He replied with a smile.