“You’re going to love this!” the Doctor promised, grabbing Rose by the hand and all but dragging her along the busy street in the heart of an alien city. The place was amazing, the fronts of the buildings covered in colourful mosaic pictures, and Rose would’ve liked the chance to look at them, but the Doctor refused to slow down, intent on showing her something he said was far more interesting than a bunch of pictures.
“We’re here!” he said at last, stopping suddenly outside a nondescript brown building. “Sing!”
“We have to sing. That’s the price of admission.”