Disclaimer: I don't own The Rocky Horror Picture Show

A/N: Here's the first batch of theatre stuff. I'd better tell you, dear reader, that the last one is rather risque and was written right after a midnight showing. What's described in the poem did indeed happen.


On Midnight Showings:

Eleven-thirty I prepare to leave the house

Dressed finely, but not costumed

And then to the theatre I am driven

Smiling, for I love the place

This world in which I truly belong

A wild masquerade

The kind cast lets virgins chicken

Though it amuses us not

Then the film begins, we sing along

Say callbacks, parody songs

We all dance the time warp again

I trip over people's feet

Sometimes a new call back I shout

This rarely catches on

Then, much too soon, it is over

I bid farewell to the others

My heart does weep when I leave

What I a fool I am!


Fans:

You're my kind of people

Though I rarely see you

If only I could know you better

Once a month is not enough

We're unconventional conventionalists

We don't fit among the conventional

So why am I trapped here?

In a dull world like this

Brads and Janets surround me

Not the people I belong with

I wish and wish to feel less alone

For once a month is not enough

Please my friends, my dear

I don't like being alone here


Fans II:

Like the Addams family who seem so odd

Yet they're really quite kind

Like a catchy song that means nothing

But it makes you smile

Why am I away from you all the time?

It's saddening, being alone

Why can't I always be at the midnight show?

I would do anything to be there forever


Rose Tint My World:

When tears fill my eyes and I want to disappear

I play the music and calm

When nothing is right and reality is pain

The characters I turn to

Though a temporary solution that won't later help

Rose tint my world for now


Saturday Night:

Tonight is one of those nights

When I enter a theater at twelve

Heart racing, lips smiling

Nothing else feels this way

Tis a night that feels like a dream

By morning it's technically over

Yet there's the ink on your hand

The stamp that replaces a ticket

And music that you danced to

Even by Monday you still sing it

The feeling wears off so slowly

Of this you are truly glad


Home:

The movies are home

They're my family

That's where I belong

Dancing theTime Warp

And singing the songs

Yet why is this home?

It's very familiar to me

The words, the jokes

This is where I can be

Whoever I wish to be!


She who plays Eddie in the local cast:

Never before have I met one like you

Our first conversation was very strange

You were in costume as the slut Janet

I a surprised member of the audience

During "Super Heroes" you sat on my lap

Since you wore only your underclothes

I should've been uncomfortable

Yet it seemed so very right

You'd seen me stare during the first song

Then you were Trixie, undressing for us

My eyes drawn to your lace-clad breast

At the memory I do blush terribly!

Please be offended not, I mean it nicely

Before then we'd only greeted each other

Greeted each other simply, before shows

Then I thought of you as kind

Now I see you're also pretty

Am I falling in love?

Perhaps something like it

I will be more honest to you than to others

Since our first conversation was so close

Your face nearly touched mine then

During the brief moment

When you were so very near

How I wish it could happen again!

After the show your arm was around me

As if I were a friend

Though the cast is like a family

Well, a family I forget names of

It's the faces I know ever so well

You I knew as Eddie, all dressed up

Now I've seen you undressed as I've seen many

Never, however, did I expect that

Nor did I expect you that close to me

Since you perform shows often

You surely thought little of it

To me, on the other hand, it meant something

It made me think ways I don't want to think

Though you're kinder than Anna ever could be

I doubt you'll think such things of me.


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