A/N: So, I've written a script. It's a fictionalized account of how The Rocky Horror Show came to be. It definitely belongs to me. Trying to steal any of it would be cruel and disgusting and sort of pointless, so please don't.
I really miss writing RHPS fanfic, but I haven't had any ideas lately. It's a nightmare.
Scene 1 (Prologue):
[THE SCREEN IS BLACK, ALL IS SILENT. AFTER A FEW MOMENTS THE NARRATOR'S VOICE IS ABRUPTLY HEARD]
Nar.: I would like, if I may, to take you on a strange journey.
Not too long ago, in a place not to far away, a telephone rang in the early hours of the morning…
AS HE SAYS, A TELEPHONE RINGS IN THE DARKNESS. THERE IS CLATTERING AND SOMEONE IS HEARD PICKING UP THE PHONE. THEN A LIGHT SWITCHES ON AND WE SEE WE'RE IN THE BEDROOM OF A TIRED MAN IN HIS 20S. HE'S HOLDING A PHONE TO HIS EAR AND HIS NAME IS JIM.
Jim: Hullo?
Richard [over phone]: Jim? It's Richard.
Jim: Why did you call me at this hour?
Richard [over phone]: I've got an idea for a musical, Jim.
Jim: Richard… did that really mean calling me now?
Richard [over phone]: it's only about midnight -
Jim: it's almost three AM.
Richard [over phone]: sorry, Jim. I'm just so excited about this.
Jim: I can see that.
Richard [over phone]: Let's meet for breakfast at that place across from Royal Court theater.
Jim: now?
Richard [over phone]: don't be silly. Tomorrow, sometime around nine.
Jim: great. Now let me get some sleep, Richard. I've actually got a job during the day.
Richard [over phone]: goodbye, then?
Jim: goodbye.
JIM HANGS UP THE PHONE AND FLOPS OVER ON THE BED, NOT BOTHERING TO TURN OUT THE LIGHTS
FADE TO BLACK.
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