The Show

By Icka! M. Chif

"All right!" The skuzzy man in a fedora on stage shouted, waving his arm enthusiastically as the people in the small theatres shouted and cheered. "Everyone who has been here ONE HUNDRED TIMES, sit down!"

Just about everyone glanced around as one or two people sat back down in their seats, most of them former cast members.

The guy on stage nodded, satisfied. "Now, those of you who have been here FIFTY TIMES... Sit Down!"

This time, a handful of people, most of them dressed up, sat down. Other people cheered and shouted various things at the stage.

"Those of you who have been here... TWENTY TIMES, sit down!"

About 10 people sat down, grinning like maniacs.

"TEN TIMES, take your seat!"

More people sat down, also grinning. They knew what was coming up.

"FIVE TIMES!" The fedora man shouted, holding up a hand. He started counting down. "FOUR! THREE! TWO!"

People started to do a dysfunctional version of the wave as they sat down.

He paused, holding a finger up. "OOONNNNNEEEE TIIIMMMEEEE!"

About a third of the audience remained standing, silently waiting for the cue to sit down.

The man grinned like a shark, the brim of the fedora hiding his eyes. "All you Virgins, come on up!"

Peter Venkman grinned at his tall blond friend, the only one of the quartet still standing. "That means you, Spengs."

Egon took one look at the markings on the other people standing and shot his friends a 'you-have-got-to-be-out-of-your-mind' look. "You have got to be joking." He said firmly.

"Sorry, Egon. It's the rules." Winston said apologetically. "We all had to do it, you have to do it too."

Ray smiled. "And it's only this once Egon. It's all in fun."

The man on stage waved his hand again as people re-arranged themselves in front of the stage, two deep. "Okay people! We have more cast members than Virgins up here, so we need some volunteers!"

"C'mon Egon." Peter rose and started to push his reluctant friend down to the front of the room. "It's nothing too undignified."

"That's good to know."

"At least not until they tell you to grab your ankles." Peter grinned.

Egon visibly paled in the dim lighting.

Peter chuckled and patted his friend on the shoulder. "Well, look on the bright side. Next time you can bring Janine."

"Oh, no..."

Fin.

Ha! At last I did it! A Rocky Horror Picture Show/Real Ghostbusters crossover! BWHAHAHAHA!!! Well, a RGB/Pre-show RHPS anyway...

Credit for this fic goes to Anneke. THANK YOU!!! Big thanks fer taking me to Rocky Horror Picture Show with Midnight Insanity. And fer letting me be a yiffin' virgin. ;j (Bad pun, ya had to be there.)