> I'm new to the group, and I just wanted to share that I met Tim last
> Saturday, and it was one of the most exciting things I've ever done!
> He just has a special something about him, but he also seems a bit
> shy. He's very sweet, and I just wanted to know if anyone else would
> share their experiences of meeting Tim.

I'd love to hear more details!!!

Here's my story, although, it's been will publicized on the web (for
years). Nevertheless, this was merely the FIRST TIME I came face to
face with our Mr. Curry. Since that first incredible meeting, I've
seen him seven more times; with the most recent being March 2003.

Enjoy!

WARNING: My story has many references to the reincarnation and other
psychic gifts. If you do not agree with such things or do not find
them appealing; I recommend you do not read further.


YOU'VE BEEN WARNED!



HOW ABOUT THAT?
By Angela Theresa Egic

There I was, my third time at Christown Mall UA Cinema for the
midnight showing of Rocky Horror Picture Show.
The audience was small. I sat in the third row, aisle seat. I easily
spotted the couple across the aisle from me. In the back row another
couple made out, oblivious to the three of us. I was there, alone, to
admire the lead actor in the film, Tim Curry. The first man I ever saw
who could wear lingerie and still manage to be manly.
The song Sweet Transvestite started . . .
Frank N. Furter threw off his cape flaunting his corset clad sexy body!
Someone grabbed me and pulled me back in my seat full force! OUCH!
The hard assault left a visible imprint of a man's large hand on my
left upper arm.
I turned fast, without a pause, and cried out, "Who the fuck?" Not a
soul in sight, no laughing jerks running down the aisle, either.
Behind the seat, not even a kernel of popcorn!
The few fans there were watching me suspiciously, wondering why I
flew back in my seat suddenly as I sat alone.
I had recently begun studying metaphysics. My teacher warned me that
strange things might happen as I became more psychically aware. For
example: Hearing my name called out loud when I'm alone, seeing
apparitions or having precognitive dreams. No one warned me about
this, though! Being grabbed while minding my own business.
As I had practiced, I threw out a question to my unseen mugger,
telepathically. "Who did that to me?" Even though I was still visually
panning the theatre for a hidden perpetrator, I felt compelled to turn
to the screen. Just as I looked at the screen Tim Curry stared right
into my eyes.
From the screen Frank N. Furter played me, "Well, how about that?"
Tingles shot up my spine and he peered into my soul for that little
moment. The timing of that bit of script, shot over eight years
before, conveyed a message to me!
It hit me like a tractor-trailer going downhill. "Oh my God, I know
this man!" He was suddenly very familiar. I knew that voice, those
eyes, the shape of those lips speaking with me. How? Where? When did I
talk to him? Yet, I knew, I had spoken with him many times.
Realizing the insanity of it all – I continued my mental questioning
to the image on the screen teasing me with his hip gyrations. "If
you're telling me it was you? It hurt! Thanks a hell of a lot!" I
sulked down in my seat.
A feeling of warmth ran up my goose pimpled arms, as if someone was
massaging them. I turned slowly, a bit scared at what I may see . . .
No one there!
Drawn back to the screen - - Frank N. Furter (through Tim's eyes)
turned to me once again and smiled at his clever antics.
My brain was a scramble. I was amazed. Frightened. Confused.
Next came the questions, trying to make scientific sense of it all. I
mean, sure, it happened. I know it. Still, there had to be a logical
explanation.
Did I actually know Tim? Could I have met him somewhere in my life?
It was possible; movie stars are people, too. Certainly in the grand
scheme of things, we could've crossed paths along the way.
The biggest familiarity was his voice. A play I once read put it
perfectly. His voice felt as if I had been listening to it all my
life. The soothing sound of his words comforted me in such a familiar
way. Why? My thoughts scanned my memory for him. A British man named
Tim Curry. Perhaps it was a movie? He is an actor and certainly had
done other movies. At this moment, though, I couldn't place one.
Besides, if it was a film, I was drawn to him in a more personal way.
I knew he had spoken to me, in person, somewhere.
My childhood was a well-traveled one and I would eventually stumble
upon the place I met him, to be sure. Being only 20 years old, I
didn't have many years to cover. My parents never heard of him.
Friends assured me I didn't meet him through them. When my friends
told me Tim's professional story, it was unlikely we had ever met.
The only possible chance was in 1978, in my hometown of Phoenix,
Arizona. Tim did a concert tour and is rumored to have opened for
Peter Frampton! Oddly enough, in 1978, when I was 14 years old, my
neighbor had invited me to a Peter Frampton concert. My parents
refused to let me go, though. If it happened I missed it.
When he was in Phoenix, nevertheless, he may have been out shopping
one day and we met! Still, it didn't feel quite right, it was more
than just a passing moment. I knew him, really knew him. A psychic
connection was the only answer that sounded right to me.
My studies had me leaning toward and researching, reincarnation. Past
lives. The belief in reincarnation connects many of the current people
in your life with relationships in a past life. I believed in this
theory. Still do. It explained to me why I felt so connected to him. I
knew him all right. That was the answer - why my feelings toward Tim
Curry were so intense – memory.
My goal was evident. I must meet Tim (again) and see if I was
familiar to him, too!
This was the start of an odd, funny and sometimes miraculous
five-year journey to meet Tim, unravel a bit of my past and perhaps
his as well. I figured meeting him would prove to me, that
reincarnation is real. And Tim Curry was part of my past and maybe my
future, too.
The cumulative years of various happenings as I pursued my goal never
really prepared me for the day I met the real man. Nonetheless, from
that evening in 1983, until I stood eye to eye with Tim, I believed,
deep in my heart, I would meet him. I also knew I'd leave an
impression on him and he'd never forget meeting me, either.
Later I read a book titled Soul Mates by Jess Stern. He explained how
in past lives you create relationships, which can and do carry on from
lifetime to lifetime. A past life lover may be your current brother or
sister. We do not always continue in the same type of relationship,
but carry on camaraderie.
Many times, in order to subconsciously recognize each other, the soul
mates (we may have several at any given time) will also have a signal
to recognize each other by. For example: A touch on the top of the
hand, a certain caress of the cheek, or a firm deliberate grab on the
arm . . .
My life changed in 1984 when I auditioned for and was accepted at The
American Academy of Dramatic Arts in New York City. I left Arizona in
October 1984 and spent the next four years and two months in the Big
Apple.
A telling dream and a friend in the Broadway business alerted me, in
August 1987 -- Tim was in town! Our paths were finally going to cross!
August 28, 1987 there I was standing in the third floor lobby of
Minskoff Rehearsal Studios. Three seems to be a recurring number with
Tim Curry and I.
The security guard observed me and said nothing. I suspect my
appearance much like any other young actor coming to rehearse. Tim was
there, somewhere, too. He was in rehearsal for a Broadway touring cast
of the musical Me and My Girl.
Like an angel calling in the mist, I heard his voice, singing . .
.from just down the hall! My heart skipped a few beats; I was weak in
the knees, euphoric, dizzy. I tried sitting, didn't work. I went to
the pay phone and called my best friend, Liz; she had been helping me
with my search for Tim in New York.
With one ear I listened to Liz, while continuing to listen to Tim's
singing and speaking echoing down the hall. Then I heard goodbyes
being exchanged. So, I knew Tim was on his way out! Liz insisted on
holding and begged me not to hang up. I laid the phone down on the
little tray below the phone.
Quick footsteps approached the waiting area. The wall was held me up
as butterflies exploded inside my stomach. I thought to myself, if I
don't talk now the opportunity is going to pass right by. Considering
Tim's rapid movement, I was not mistaken. I ended up right in his path
as I propelled myself off the wall. Because I was in his way in the
narrow area, he halted and smiled.
In a voice much too squeaky to be mine, I blurted out the first words
that came to me. "Hello Mr. Curry, I've been waiting five years to
meet you!"
He seemed a little nervous at the statement, looked me up and down
curiously, and said, "Yes?"
Then words came pouring out of my mouth a mile a minute. "When is Me
and My Girl opening? Where? Can I get your addre . . . er, I mean . .
.your autograph?" Tim appeared to hold back a laugh at my little
blunder and nodded.
Since I was empty handed, my bag with pens and autograph book on the
nearby bench, he eyed me and waited.
His patient glance jolted me to attention. "Oh yeah, sorry, let me get
the autograph book!" As I walked to the bag, a fun idea occurred to
me. Liz was still on the phone. "Hey Tim!" I was shocked at my
familiarity. "You wanna really freak somebody out?"
Tim got this sinister gleam in his eye, as only he can do, and said
"Yeah."
Wow, I thought, he is exactly as I imagined. Fun and playful!
Hardly believing it, I instructed him, "Go pick up that phone over
there and say `Hello Liz'!"
HE DID IT!!!
When I pulled out the book for him to sign he was still having a
little conversation with Liz. As I approached, he excused himself
graciously from Liz, gently laid the phone where I had left it, and
gave me his full attention.
He signed thoughtfully, thinking about what he was writing. I
continued talking. Tim took in every word and responded to my questions.
Another cast member came out to urge Tim to leave. I took the hint.
But I had one more request.
"Can I please get a picture? I brought my camera." Tim didn't seem
pleased with this request. I looked to his friend, "Oh, I want to be
in it too!"
Tim laughed and said, "Oh, sure!" He winked at Perry and came to stand
beside me. "Hey, Perry, take a picture for this girl here." Tim and
Perry were having some sort of secret non-verbal conversation about me.
Perry got some quick instructions about the camera from me. I lifted
my hand, behind Tim, and started to put it on his shoulder, I got cold
feet and put my arm back down to my side. Before I could think about
the chance I lost to actually touch him, Tim grabbed me and pulled me
right against him! Hard!
Suddenly I was reminded of a movie theatre, five years ago, when a
phantom hand grabbed me with the same firm grip.
"Well, how about that?" I thought, glancing at Tim.
I remembered the passage from the book, about reincarnation, too. How
those people from our past lives will have a signal we'll know each
other by -- a firm deliberate grab, perhaps?
I noticed the visible imprint of Tim's large hand on my upper left arm
. . .