(A/N: Thank you people who reviewed and followed this story! :D Y'all are awesome!

Kira Tsumi: Thank you thank you! :D Well, right now I'm having her dress sort of like a hipster, but I think later she'll get her own little style that incorporates lots of 60s themed things, like bell-bottoms and headbands and tie-dye.

Alex: Thank you! And I dunno about her being paired with Indie, since I'm more for... Scindie. Ohh, did I just make up the shipping name? ... Wow. -.- I think it would be kinda weird if I paired her with Metal now, especially since he's married. XD THAT would cause problems. Fangirlyness ftw, girl! XD)

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"I made the mistake of asking Scene what a rave is," I said to the camera.

"Scene," I whispered as she reblogged a picture on Tumblr, "What's a rave?"

She looked at me and screamed, "YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT A RAVE IS?"

Everyone suddenly peeked around the wall behind the intern desk and stared at Scene, who was screaming because I didn't know what a rave was.

"Scene!" I yelled. She didn't shut up for a while, and when she did, she just started laughing. I put my head in my hands until I realized everyone was laughing. Idol, Hip Hop, Techno, Dubstep, even Indie, Intern 2, and Metal... Wait, Metal wasn't there. Ok, so he wasn't laughing.

I got up from my desk and quickly brushed past everyone. They were oblivious to my leaving because they were so caught up in laughing at me.

I walked into the studio and sank down on the floor.

"Ugh," I muttered. I pulled a little notebook out of my pocket and took a pen out of the other pocket and started writing.

"What are you doing?"

I looked up and stared at Metal. "Writing," I answered.

"Oh." He sat down next to me. "Do you know why everyone is laughing out there? I tried to ask them, but all they said was 'she lives under a rock' or something like that."

"Ha," I said sarcastically. "And they're totally right. I do live under a rock. They're laughing because I don't know what a rave is." I braced myself for the laughter.

Metal just chuckled sort of, and that was it. "Makes sense. So you really don't know what a rave is?"

I frowned. "Um, nope."

He adjusted the way he was sitting and tried to explain. "It's like a techno dance party... With loads of strange music, people, drugs, and just plain insanity. It's really weird. Oh, and there's loads of glitter."

I nodded. Ok. I understood what a rave was now. Level up!

We sat in an awkward silence until I thought of something. Would Metal like Iron Maiden?

"Do you like Iron Maiden?" I asked hesitantly. He stared at me.

"Do you even have to ask?" he countered. I laughed.

"Do you like them?" he questioned. I nodded, saying, "I like a little bit of Slayer, too, but they go too far from my cutoff point."

He gave me a confused look and I explained.

"I like music from 1962-1980, ok? Anything past that usually sounds like rubbish to me. Slayer was formed in 1985, I think... No, 1981... Dream Theater was 1985. Anyways, it goes past my cutoff date, which is December 31, 1980. Iron Maiden was formed in 1975, so they're within the cutoff date."

Metal nodded like he understood. Then he stood up and said, "Come on, we both have to go back to work."

I got up and walked out behind him. Everyone had stopped laughing and gone back to work, thankfully, so I sneaked back to my desk and started trying up an idea I had for the company.

Scene ignored me because she was listening to Panic! At The Disco, but Intern 2 sort of turned to me and said sorry.

"Apology accepted, but whatever, you know? I really don't give a shit what you people think about me..." I muttered back. I saw him shrug and turn back to put some more staples in his stapler.

I stared at the open blank Word document on my screen for a minute before I started furiously typing.
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That was yesterday.

I was sitting on Twitter, bored and not having any work to do.

"Do you ship any pairings?" one Twitter person asked.

I thought for a second. 'I do ship Rose and the Doctor...'

"Yeah, I ship a couple. Did not mean to make a pun," I replied.

Suddenly, two people typed some strange shipping name that I hadn't heard before.

"#Mintern2"

"I ship Mintern 2 now, do u?"

I frowned. What was Mintern 2, and why were they telling me about it? Maybe it was some pop culture thing. If it was, I didn't know it.

"What's Mintern 2?" I typed. No one answered. I waited, and then gave up. I had work to do.

Indie ended up calling me into his office to deliver some papers to Metal. I was about to ask him why he didn't give the papers to Metal himself, but then Indie invited me to this rave thing that he was dee-jaying. It was basically the same as the one Techno and Dubstep had invited me to previously, just with Indie and his hipster music.

'Why is he inviting me to this?' I thought before answering. "Um, I don't do party things..."

He raised an eyebrow. "This is different. I'll be playing good music. Like the Band."

I perked up. Hm, well, I guess—

'Holy crap,' I thought as it hit me. 'Is Indie hitting on me...?'

"I'll think about it," I told him. He shrugged and waved me out of his office, my head reeling. I clutched the papers for Metal and walked towards his desk. I heard Idol mutter something about shipping and fanfictions, and I stopped to look at her.

"What is it with people and shipping today?" I asked her. She gave me a "WTF" look and then ignored me. I rolled my eyes and gave the papers to Metal. He told me to go over the Mosh video that we had edited today.

When I returned to my desk, Scene had apparently gone crazy and thrown papers all over the place. Intern 2 was picking them up, so I got down and helped him stack the papers properly.

"What happened?" I asked, glancing at him.

"Scene found out what happened in the last episode of the documentary," he said. "Now she ships it."

I slammed the papers down on Scene's desk. "Will someone tell me why the hell everyone is fussing about SHIPPING?"

Intern 2 frowned up at me. "You don't know?"

"No! I don't!" I was in a rage now. Hip Hop, Idol, and Metal had all come over to look at my fit.

"You didn't see yesterday's episode." Hip Hop shook his head.

"No! I didn't see the episode yesterday! I was busy editing!" I yelled. That was a lie. I had been working on something personal and hadn't gotten around to looking at the episode.

Idol sighed and handed me her iPad, which was set to the correct episode. She and Hip Hop went back to their desks, and Metal and Intern 2 just sort of stood there awkwardly.

I finished watching it and sort of stared at the screen. "'Da fuq did I just watch?'" I quoted, reading one of the comments out loud.

Metal laughed little, and Intern 2 snorted or something. I looked at the two of them and smirked.

"I must say, that was kind of... Well... Hot." I laughed and walked past Metal to give Idol her tablet back.