A/N: EULABELLE! Don't criticize me about my portrayal of her; if the movie made her kind of a racist stereotype, I have to adhere to the movie! I apologize in advance. I had to keep the voodoo line in, regardless of anything; I love it too much.
Everyone cheered for the band.
Outside, in the parking lot, Hank and Tina sat in silence, listening to the next song.
"I could be dancing right now!" She snapped, being the one to break the silence.
"Tina," Hank rolled his eyes, "we need to talk about this!"
"What's there to talk about? You're just keeping me from having fun! Today, Tina and alcohol are going to have a great cocktail!"
"Baby, that makes no sense!"
"You're just jealous of that hot guy I was dancing with!"
"For one thing, I don't even think he could speak, and for another thing, if there's one thing I can sense, you'll never get him again with that whoever guy in the way!"
"Oh, Frank-N-Furter." She groaned. "What a ridiculous name. Whoever heard of a name like that?"
"Tina, just stop this. We can be together again."
"Whatever. I'm going swimming."
"Tina!" He couldn't stop her from leaving.
[Setting: The Huge Castle on Party Beach...]
There was a knock at the door.
Columbia was cooking, Riff was cleaning the lab, and Frank was off punishing Rocky for being with that other girl. Magenta knew it was her job to answer the door.
She hadn't expected to see who she saw; a middle-aged black woman.
"Who are you?" She inquired.
"Well, that's no way to greet a person!" The woman showed herself in.
"I repeat, who are you?"
"My name's Eulabelle and I'm looking for a job."
"What can you do?" Magenta closed the door.
"Well, I can cook and I can clean and I can give some great advice."
"Hmm. I'm sure we're all in need of a little advice. What's going on when a man is attracted to a woman he's not supposed to be attracted to?"
"It's the voodoo, that's what it is."
She raised an eyebrow at her. "Voodoo?"
"Yep, you take it from me, it's the voodoo."
"Okay. I'll keep that in mind. Well, Eulabelle, I'll go show you around and I'll talk with the master."
"Oh, I'll be fine." Eulabelle began to wander around the castle. Before Magenta could catch up to her, Frank appeared, obviously dejected.
"The poor baby can't control his lust." He shook his head. "But he'll be fixed in no time."
"It's voodoo, Master." Magenta informed him.
He was stunned by this answer. "Voodoo?"
"You take it from me."
[Setting: Party Beach...]
Rocky didn't know where he was or why he was there, but all he knew was he needed to find out.
He had escaped from the chains Frank had locked him in with Riff Raff's help. He knew Riff didn't like him, but rather would do anything to get rid of him and stir up trouble.
Wading in the water, he encountered a large green mass that floated on the water. He took some and put it on his head. Liking the way it felt, he spread it all over himself.
Then he saw her. Tina, the girl he'd been dancing with. He walked over to her.
She noticed him and began to scream uncontrollably. Why was she doing that?
Rocky followed her out of the water, yet stopped when he heard her screaming the word "monster." He wasn't a monster. Sure, he was created like a monster, but he wasn't really one. He was a human.
Others were screaming at him too. What was the problem?
"Seaweed monster!" A girl shrieked. Even the Del-Aires ran and hid.
"Janet, run!" A familiar guy yelled. It was Brad Majors, who was there the night he was born, and the lady with him was Janet Weiss.
He sighed, lovesick. The best thrill of his life was sleeping with Janet. He ran towards her.
Yet she didn't recognize him, only screaming and running like the rest of them. "Get away from me!" She shrieked in fear. "Brad, help me!"
Brad shielded her. "If you want her, you'll have to get through me!"
Rocky's face fell for those who could see it. He was never going to get Janet. He sadly walked back towards the ocean. Why didn't anyone like him?
"Oh, thank God!" The woman who had screamed "Seaweed monster" swooned. "My hero!"
All the women rushed towards Brad. Rocky turned around and saw Janet pushing them all away.
"Hey, he's all mine!" She grabbed Brad's arm proudly.
He began walking away again even more sadly. What was so great about Brad?
