"So how did the radio interview go, Princess?" Sting asks, as Glitter sits down next to him in the locker room.
"It went fine. I saw a girl I went to school with. She works at the station now. A far cry from her TV star dreams."
"Did you reconnect?"
Glitter looked at Sting with a look of bewilderment in her eyes.
"Are you crazy? No way. I'm not letting anyone know it's me. And this whole thing is just weird anyway."
"What do you mean?"
"Look, it's complicated. I mean seriously, you wouldn't understand, and even if you did understand, you wouldn't believe me. It's crazy shit, ok?"
"I'm not sure I get what your saying."
"I know, you wouldn't understand. It's a long ass story, and I mean like I said, if I told you- you would think I went crazy."
"You're back in your home town, and you just feel weird?"
"Not really, but sure. Things just don't add up really. But you know what? I'm just starting to think everything was just a bad dream. The past was literally just a bad dream. It's the only explanation."
"What do you mean, Taryn?" Sting asks, calling Glitter by her given name.
"Steve. You're going to think I'm nuts." Glitter sighs, also calling Sting by his given name.
"Just tell me."
"Do you promise not to laugh? Or think I'm crazy? Because people thinking I'm crazy triggered the events I'm about to tell you about."
"I promise. Now, just tell me."
"Ok. It was 1987... Me, Jennifer Caulfield, Joey Krussel, Kristen White, Phil Anderson, Roland Kincaid, and Will Stanton were admitted into Westin Hills Psychiatric hospital. We all had these very bad nightmares, you see? And they were so vivid man. I mean, you knew I had addiction struggles in the past- so at first I thought the nightmares were just affects of coming off a high. But when I cleaned myself up the nightmares still happened. And they were just so vivid. And I wasn't the only one who suffered such nightmares. The people I listed had those nightmares too and that's why they were also in the psychiatric hospital."
"Ok, so you spent time in a psychiatric hospital for problem nightmares. That's nothing to be ashamed of."
"I'm not done yet." Glitter sighs. "I could have sworn me, Jennifer, Joey, Will, and Roland died in that hospital."
"But your alive."
"And so is Joey, and Jennifer that I know of- Joey won tickets for tonight, and Jennifer works at the radio station."
"Then you and those people dying were a nightmare, and nothing more."
"But it doesn't make sense."
"It was just a nightmare, that being back in Springwood triggered."
"I guess it was."
"I mean seriously, Princess. It's nothing to worry about. It was just one of those regressed memory things. The nightmares just must have been really bad."
"Your right, Stinger-Babe. I should just enjoy being back home. And I'm not going to pretend that I'm not who I am when Joey comes to the meet and greet session."
"That's the spirit."
"I just remember those nightmares being so real. And the therapist saying something about how we were the last of the Elm Street children or whatever. I lived on South 42nd Street. Not Elm."
"It was just a bad dream, that happened 11 years ago."
"You're right. You're completely right. I should just let it go- I mean we're not even going to be staying here a whole 24 hours anyway." Glitter smiles and shrugs it off.
"So, do you know any good delis around here? I want a good sandwich." Sting states.
"Yeah, I know a good old Polish deli right around the corner. We can walk." Glitter smiles and leads the way.
Once they step out of the arena, they were a bit surprised by the amount of fans that were already outside waiting.
"Takes me back to the time Dokken came here. Jennifer and I stood right there," Glitter points to a spot near a fence. "Waiting for Don and George to exit the tourbus, that was where the Turner broadcast truck is, to get some autographs. We skipped out of school to stand and wait. True story." Glitter laughs.
Sting couldn't help but to smile at his wife reminiscing over the good times she had in this parking lot.
They walked to the Polish deli, that was aptly named The Old Polish Deli. It was a small brick building, with both a Polish and American flag waving proudly out front. A nice welcome mat was placed at the door.
Glitter pushes open the door and inhales.
"Ah, it still smells like how I remember it to smell like."
"It smells good in here." Sting smiles and looks around.
It was small, but nice. Everything was clean-and recently cleaned on top of that. Family pictures and pictures of the local rec league sports teams were on the walls. It was a family environment, and a place that was just homey. It was one of those places that you knew were passed down from generation to generation. Sting liked this place already.
Glitter and Sting ordered the daily special sandwich and each got a bottle of Pepsi, and sat down at a nice little booth to eat the food.
"Ugh I'm going to get fat." Glitter moaned with a laugh. "I already had a cheeseburger today."
"Stop it, Glitter. You won't get fat." Sting states.
"Whatever." Glitter laughs.
As they were eating, they were interrupted by a fan.
"Hi, sorry if I'm bothering you guys, but I'm a huge fan." The fan stated.
He was about Glitter's age, of a muscular build, African-American, and was wearing a nWo Wolfpac tee-shirt that showcased his muscles.
"Kincaid?" Glitter asks, instantly recognizing the fan, who's face hasn't changed much in 11 years.
"Yeah that's me. How ya know my name anyway?" He asks, raising his eyebrow, much like The Rock does.
"I'll give you a hint. Imagine me with black hair, a Dokken shirt and a flannel jacket." Glitter smirks.
"Taryn? Taryn White? Are ya serious?" He smiles.
"It's Taryn Borden now, but yeah. It's me." Glitter smiles and gets up to hug Kincaid.
"Now that I listen to your voice, I should have known it was you! How have you been, girl? What have ya been up to?"
"Well, I'm married and I'm a Nitro Girl."
"Who ya marry?"
"This man." Glitter points to Sting.
"Taryn fuckin' White marries fucking Sting! Sting! Holy shit! Holy fuckin' shit man! That is so cool!"
"So what have you been up to?" Glitter laughs.
"I own my own gym, and I've been focused on body building. I'm happy, that's all that matters."
"I've owned a few gyms before." Sting states. "Are you going to the meet and greet tonight?"
"Hell yeah I am!"
"You should talk with Lex Luger. He owns a gym in Atlanta. He may have some pointers if your into that stuff."
"That's great to know man!" Kincaid smiles.
"Wow, I never would have thought!" He adds on.
"You still living here?" Glitter asks.
"No, actually, I'm living out in Cleveland. I just drove here for Nitro. Wolfpaccccccccc! OOOOWWWW! And how can I forget the mighty fine Nitro Girls? Wooooo weeee!"
"You're still the same old Kincaid." Glitter laughs.
"You know I'm not gonna change for anyone, girl."
"You never had." Glitter smiles.
"So you guys went to school with each other?" Sting asks.
"Yeah, and he was one of my Westin Hills buddies." Glitter smiles, and takes a bite of her sandwich.
"So what was she like in school?" Sting laughs.
Kincaid and Glitter exchange looks and laugh.
"She was a cool cat." Kincaid laughs.
"Trust me, babe. I haven't changed that much. My hair was a different color tho. And I wanted to fuck Don Dokken." Glitter laughs.
"Do I have to worry about you cheating on me with Don Dokken?"
"No way, babe. I'm not 17 anymore."
"Promise?"
"Of course, I promise. I want you and I have you. If you really think I'd cheat on you we sorta have an issue."
"I know... I know." Sting sighs. "Plus, your so insanely in love with me." Sting adds on with a huge smile on his face.
"You know it. I wouldn't blow Don Dokken in a Dairy Queen bathroom." Glitter smirks.
"Too much info guys!" Kincaid laughs.
Glitter laughs.
"So I'll see you guys later. It was mad cool meeting you, Sting. And it was great catching up with you, Taryn." Kincaid nodded and walked off.
"Do you still feel weird being back in Springwood?" Sting asks.
"You know what, I don't. I don't know why I was sorta nervous in the first place."