Or Had They.? Chapter 8
A/N: I am currently experiencing a bad case of writer's block. :) Bare with me.I'm having a creative streak with clothing design and choreographing strip teases (I'm not kidding either, I found a really good Goo Goo Dolls song for it), not writing. So. deal. ^^;;;; AAAAND by the way, I used the Broadway script for the script part because I'm just too damn lazy to go turn on the video ;) And it was probably closer to that because it was live then too soooo yeah.
England, 1973
Janet sat alone at the table, staring blankly ahead, sipping coffee. Tim was 20 and she was. well, she wasn't getting any younger. Brad had left her that one afternoon and never returned. Where he was. it was no concern of hers. Or Tim's for that matter.
She knew she had told Tim some things about that night, but just a very brief overview about a large castle and someone who taught her how to live. She didn't mention aliens, and only briefly touched upon Frank, completely leaving out the transvestite part.
Tim was old enough now, and she decided that it was time he knew what actually happened. She started to get up but realised he was still at the theatre. He had tried out for a musical or something like that, she had never really bothered to ask anything about it. New-age something or other. What she did know what that when he returned she would find out if he was cast.
Janet heard the door come crashing open and a loud, nearly incoherent yell of "I'M A PHANTOM!" Tim came barreling into the kitchen with a smile glued to his face. A moment flashed in Janet's mind. Tim ended up looking more like Frank than she had anticipated. His short but curly black hair bounced as he jumped up and down.
"Oh honey, that's wonderful!" Janet got up and hugged her son tightly as she could his arms hug back. The embrace broke after a few moments as Tim proudly handed her the script.
It was plain white, with black bold faced type on the front. Fresh and new though. "Tim Weiss - Phantom" was written in the top right corner. Janet's eyes journeyed further down the front page.
Her blood ran cold when she saw the title. Janet almost dropped it as the colour drained from her face and a million more memories flooded back into her mind. Steadying herself on the chair, she took a sharp breath, holding back a flood of uncried tears.
Opening it hastily to a random page, her eyes grazed what it contained.
FRANK N FURTER: You know this earthling . this person?
BRAD: Yes I do, he was an old friend of mine.
FRANK N FURTER: I see, so this simply wasn't a chance meeting? You came here. with a purpose!
BRAD: That's not true. my car broke down I told you that!
Janet's breath sped up as the realization set it. She flipped to a few pages before.
[TOUCHA TOUCHA TOUCHA TOUCH ME] JANET I WAS FEELING DONE IN COULDN'T WIN I'D ONLY EVER KISSED BEFORE I THOUGHT THERE'S NO USE GETTING INTO HEAVY PETTYING IT ONLY LEADS TO TROUBLE AND SEAT WETTING
Janet's cheeks flushed red with embarrassment as she remembered that time a little too well. Somewhere in the background, she heard Tim mention how ironic it was that there was a Janet Weiss and a Frank in there too.
Closing her eyes and breathing in, she sat down calmly. Maybe if she opened her eyes again it would only be another nightmare. Placing the script in front of her, she opened her eyes only to see the four bolded words stare right back at her.
THE ROCKY HORROR SHOW
A/N: I am currently experiencing a bad case of writer's block. :) Bare with me.I'm having a creative streak with clothing design and choreographing strip teases (I'm not kidding either, I found a really good Goo Goo Dolls song for it), not writing. So. deal. ^^;;;; AAAAND by the way, I used the Broadway script for the script part because I'm just too damn lazy to go turn on the video ;) And it was probably closer to that because it was live then too soooo yeah.
England, 1973
Janet sat alone at the table, staring blankly ahead, sipping coffee. Tim was 20 and she was. well, she wasn't getting any younger. Brad had left her that one afternoon and never returned. Where he was. it was no concern of hers. Or Tim's for that matter.
She knew she had told Tim some things about that night, but just a very brief overview about a large castle and someone who taught her how to live. She didn't mention aliens, and only briefly touched upon Frank, completely leaving out the transvestite part.
Tim was old enough now, and she decided that it was time he knew what actually happened. She started to get up but realised he was still at the theatre. He had tried out for a musical or something like that, she had never really bothered to ask anything about it. New-age something or other. What she did know what that when he returned she would find out if he was cast.
Janet heard the door come crashing open and a loud, nearly incoherent yell of "I'M A PHANTOM!" Tim came barreling into the kitchen with a smile glued to his face. A moment flashed in Janet's mind. Tim ended up looking more like Frank than she had anticipated. His short but curly black hair bounced as he jumped up and down.
"Oh honey, that's wonderful!" Janet got up and hugged her son tightly as she could his arms hug back. The embrace broke after a few moments as Tim proudly handed her the script.
It was plain white, with black bold faced type on the front. Fresh and new though. "Tim Weiss - Phantom" was written in the top right corner. Janet's eyes journeyed further down the front page.
Her blood ran cold when she saw the title. Janet almost dropped it as the colour drained from her face and a million more memories flooded back into her mind. Steadying herself on the chair, she took a sharp breath, holding back a flood of uncried tears.
Opening it hastily to a random page, her eyes grazed what it contained.
FRANK N FURTER: You know this earthling . this person?
BRAD: Yes I do, he was an old friend of mine.
FRANK N FURTER: I see, so this simply wasn't a chance meeting? You came here. with a purpose!
BRAD: That's not true. my car broke down I told you that!
Janet's breath sped up as the realization set it. She flipped to a few pages before.
[TOUCHA TOUCHA TOUCHA TOUCH ME] JANET I WAS FEELING DONE IN COULDN'T WIN I'D ONLY EVER KISSED BEFORE I THOUGHT THERE'S NO USE GETTING INTO HEAVY PETTYING IT ONLY LEADS TO TROUBLE AND SEAT WETTING
Janet's cheeks flushed red with embarrassment as she remembered that time a little too well. Somewhere in the background, she heard Tim mention how ironic it was that there was a Janet Weiss and a Frank in there too.
Closing her eyes and breathing in, she sat down calmly. Maybe if she opened her eyes again it would only be another nightmare. Placing the script in front of her, she opened her eyes only to see the four bolded words stare right back at her.
THE ROCKY HORROR SHOW