Everyone knows Rocky Horror Picture Show. I was exposed to that
bit of chaos while in high school by my best friend. It was after the 4th or 5th
viewing (and the audience participation) that I figured out I actually liked
the movie and not just enjoying the crowds shouting things, or throwing things,
or shadow casting/acting.
I met Patricia Quinn the night before I got her autograph at
Texas Frighmare. I was busy minding my own business when I noticed her. She was
hard to miss with her leather outfit. A
fan with a very nice camera stopped her to have her pose for a photo. She willingly obliged but she wanted fan in
the photo too.
Before I knew it, a heavily accent feminine voice ask me for
a favor. I turned and she had already taken the camera out the fans hand and
handed it to me. Then she asked him where he wanted her. He pointed to a wall; she quickly vetoed that
as it looked like an ‘advert’.
Then I vaguely remember something about like ‘How ‘bout ‘ere
love?’ the fan just nodded. He knew he really had no control over the
situation. He was just a passenger in this motor-car.
I took the camera and snapped a couple of quick photos. I was thanked and they moved on their way.
The next morning I stood in a short line and got her to
sign. Again she was hard to nice and wearing leather. She had the same energy
and presence as the night before.
AH
