TC sat at her computer, typing away. It had been years, no just months since she had given them any thought, but recently they had come up in odd places- a search engine there, a reference here. 'I wonder how everyone is... or if anyone survived that last house party...' Suddenly remembering, she got up from her chair, went to her closet, and found a set a bunji cords. She smiled foundly.
Man's voice: "Is this TC?"
Man's Voice: "TC formerly of TW, currently of BWW and Vh1.com?"
TC:"The one and only."
Man's Voice: "The TC who finds Bowie's album Young Americans to be his sexiest album?"
TC: "Yep, that would be me. Who the heck is this?"
Man's Voice: "I am the terror that flaps in the night, I am the jelly bean that sticks to your teeth, I AM-"
TC: "Dark Wing Duck!"
Man's Voice: "No, actually I'm Adam from TW. I thought you might liek to know there's a party going on."
TC: "Hmm, will it involve reincarnation, pies, and music?"
Adam: "More than likely."
TC: "Come and get me!"
Fads they come and fads they go, and man, I love that rock'n'roll