Chapter 2: Concert of Fate

"Eddie!" April screeched at the lead singer of The Aliens. Eddie Jameson was the only one left in the Aliens that April hadn't been with. She hadn't even met him. He was her goal tonight. This game of sex that April played was crude, but it was better than staying home with her alcoholic pig of a father. The concert was fun, since the thunderstorm had ended. April jumped up and down to the music of the Aliens at the edge of the stage, when Eddie took her hand and pulled her up onto the stage. Eddie, as in the Eddie, started dancing with April. April had tried a couple different drugs before (when a rock star offers them you don't turn them down), but this was a high unlike anything she had known. For the remainder of the song, April forgot about being a groupie. She was, for the first time in a long time, an innocent fan having a good time.

April was both honored and sad to know that the song she danced to was the last one of the concert in the Dayton Arena. The other groupies shot April cold looks when April came down. There were laws to being a groupie. You don't have innocent fun. Alyse, the girl whom the white Mustang belonged to, told April that she could get her own ride home. That was it. They ditched her, and headed toward the four guys that made up the Aliens, just like that. Suddenly, April didn't feel like being a groupie so much that night. A small feeling of justice bubbled inside April when she saw that the other groupies were turned away. April started for the bus station a few blocks away, when a hand grabbed her shoulder. April nearly fell over when she saw who it was.

"Eddie! Uh… I mean Mr. Jameson! …" Her voice reached shocking new heights.

"It's okay, you can call me Eddie." He said with a genuine smile on his face. "I just wanted to say Thanks. Some of the girls we pull up on stage freak out."

"I have to tell you, I had to fight myself to not freak." Talking to rock stars had never been a nerve-wracking experience for April, after all she had done much more than that with some of them. "But I'm the one who should be thanking you. It was really fun."

"Then would you be willing to thank me by, well, maybe going out somewhere next time we're in town" Holy shit. Did Eddie Jameson just ask me out?! I can't even get a date for a school dance! April froze. "Um, you okay?" Eddie asked.

"Oh, uh, yeah. Yeah I'd love to hang out sometime." April pulled out her pen and paper that was usually reserved for autographs from her bag. "Here, call me" she said, handing him the paper with her name and phone number. "So I guess I'll see you."

"Um yeah. Definitely. See you." April started towards the bus station once more. "Thanks…um?"

"April! My name's April!" April was glad that the ebony darkness of the night hid her absolute giddiness from Eddie.

The walk to the bust stop took almost no time at all. The bus ride took nearly twice as long as the ride up, thanks to all the stops the bus made. April watched people get off at their respective stops. Most of them were also at the concert. April was grateful none of them recognized her. She did not feel like being hounded to retell every detail of the few minutes she spent on stage. They were sacred, not because of Eddie, but because they were innocent. Up until Eddie pulled April on stage, there was nothing 'innocent' about April's life. She spent her time sleeping with rock stars, taking the drugs that they gave her, and skipping school to hook up with them. Nothing was innocent until Eddie came along.

Oh, no, I did not just think that. April thought to herself. Yeah he seemed sweet, but he's still a rocker. You are not to fall for Eddie, April. You hardly know him. April tried to list every reason why she should think of Eddie as a fling and nothing more, but it was useless. He was nicer to April than any other guy had been, and April had fallen for him. Well, at least he seemed to like me. He wouldn't take the time to ask me out otherwise.

The bus finally came to the small, barely noticeable stop in Denton, Ohio, the small town where April had spent her whole life. Her house was on the other side of town, but because Denton was so small, the walk normally didn't take more than twenty minutes.

April put the toll into the change slot on the bus and got off at the station.

April intended on walking home in blissful silence, recalling the nights events, but she never got the chance.

One lone black pickup truck sat parked near the bus stop. April was drawn to the pickup, because it had its lights on. Its green lights were on. It was different. It was cool.

Just as April approached the unique pickup, a fishnetted leg with sky-high heels stepped down from the driver's side of the truck, on to the black tar of the road. What shocked April was that the leg belonged to no woman, but a man, as she discovered as the rest of the body appeared. This man, along with the fishnets and heels, was wearing a black, studded corset and makeup. A lot of makeup. Despite his effeminate appearance, he was somehow, well, attractive. In fact, he was extremely attractive. The man moved towards her with a smooth, snake-like motion. Then, he winked at April with an evil, yet enticing, smile on his face.

"Hello, darling." The man said with an accent that April knew was from nowhere near Denton. April tried to say something, anything, but nothing came out. "Well then, darling, if you're not going to say anything, I'll invite you to come back with me to my castle."

It was then that the sixteen-year-old was finally able to speak. "Castle? There's no castle hear. I mean, we're in Denton, Ohio in case you haven't noticed. Whit castle, maybe, but not castle."

"I'll argue that point, and if you come with me, I'll prove you wrong as well." He glared at April, daring her to accept his offer. April felt something within her, telling her to accept. Despite the feeling, April forced herself to decline.

"I can't. I'd like to," she wasn't lying. "But I can't. I have to get back in time for..."

"In time for what, darling?" the strange transvestite asked. What did she need to get back in time for? School? No, she skipped too much of school to have a prayer to pass any of her classes. Friends? Nope, she had a few superficial friends, most of whom were also groupies, like Alyse. Family? Hardly. Sure she'd miss Damien sometimes, but both she and her brother would get over it. She would never miss her semi-abusive father, and that's as far as her family extended. The rest were dead. There was nothing to be back in time for. Time meant nothing.

"Nothing." April replied. Maybe this would be her chance to find something more to life than what Denton had to offer. And what's the worst scenario? If the man turned out to be a murderer planning to kill her, it would end a life that was going nowhere. There was nothing to lose. After all, April wanted to go with him. "Okay, I'll go. But would you mind telling me your name?" April had a right to know the name of the man.

"You may call me Frank." he said with a slightly smug grin on his face. "Doctor Frank N Furter." The name was somewhat ridiculous, but April decided to go along with it.

"Ooh Doctor? Of What?" She sounded like a little girl with her high voice.

"Science. I'm a scientist." The smile faded from her face. What if he decided to revoke his offer if he learned of her complete failure in science, or any other school subject, for that matter?

"I'm not much for science, but that's cool." It wasn't fake the way she said it. April meant it.

"It's alright." Frank said, opening the passenger side door, inviting her in. "Are you ready?" April nodded. She wasn't quite sure what she was ready for, but she was ready for it. Or she hoped so, at least.

A/N

So that's chapter 2. Remember, I love constructive criticism. Note that constructive criticism is not flames. Oh yeah, and I went to Rocky Horror on Saturday night (okay, so technically it was Sunday morning) in NYC! Wow. I loved it, despite being fucked by the whole audience (They all yelled "Fuck You!" at me, why, what did you think I meant? ;) Now to my lovely reviewers:

Dear Tragedy- thanks so much! As you can tell Columbia's my favorite character too. I thought the white plastic belt was cute. Good job catching the reference. There are more in this chapter, as well.

Mel- I know what you mean about grammar. Fanfiction is my way of representing myself to Rocky Horror fans. I don't know what other people think, but Rocky Horror is not a show for little kids, so why would anyone want to sound like they are a child in their writing? I'm so glad you like my Rocky Horror Fanfiction debut.