West End Girl
Big hair, Noneon clothes, hot dance clubs. 1986 had it all, Especially for Tara
It was a rare sweltering night, one where your clothes stuck to your body like a second skin in October. Tara applied the final touches to her makeup. Stacy sat on the bed, vibrating with energy. She has to be battery-powered; she never gets tired. Tara mused as she looked at her best friend in the mirror. “I can’t believe it’s October already, Tara. What’s next? We wake up tomorrow in 1987?” And next week 1988. Please. T...
