Deadly Obsession by Nigel May Page A

my school last year. She had a whale of a time. Now I just look like I’ve wet myself. Thanks a lot, I’ll have to dry myself off in the toilets now.’
    Amy was mesmerised by the vision of glorious femininity standing in front of her. She had never met anyone like this girl before. There was no chance of any red-blooded rocker not noticing the body Laura possessed. She was perfection. Amy was determined not to let her new discovery disappear just yet.
    â€˜I am so sorry, it’s these bloody heels. I lost my footing. Please let me buy you a drink to apologise,’ she said, calculating just how much money she had on her. ‘And for what it’s worth, you still look amazing. Seriously, I would kill to look like you.’ Amy couldn’t divert her gaze from the symphony of colour in front of her.
    Laura obviously appreciated the compliment and visibly softened as she answered back. ‘I suppose it’ll dry out, especially in this place. It’s so bloody hot and rammed in here. I’ve never seen so much eye-shadow and lip-gloss in one place ... and I thought I had most of it on my dressing table.’ She paused before adding, ‘I’ll have a pint of lager, but I’ll get it. I have wads of cash with me. The name’s Laura, and as it happens, you’re rocking that outfit too. I adore your lilac bellbottoms. And it’s no wonder you fell over on those heels, they’re at least a couple of inches higher than mine. I am beyond deeply jealous.’
    â€˜I made the outfit myself,’ said Amy, pleased by the compliment from the goddess in front of her. Why weren’t there girls like this at Stephen Hague Comp?
    â€˜Shut the front door,’ squealed Laura. ‘It’s amazing. And the boots?’
    â€˜Charity shop.’
    Laura held her hand up to high-five her new fashion icon. ‘Respect. You and I need to shop together. I never go in charity shops normally.’
    Amy bought the drinks using a twenty pound note Laura had given her and the two girls continued to chat, mainly about their love of music and all things fabulous. ‘My friend actually managed to kiss Jake Shears from the Scissor Sisters last year when she saw him at some swanky Manchester hotel. She said his skin felt like the softest leather handbag you’ve ever touched. She wouldn’t wash her face for weeks, silly cow, because she reckoned she could still smell him on her. She’s with me tonight but I don’t think I’ll see her again as she wants to shag the bassist from the group and is probably backstage. Lucky bitch. I hope to join her later. What about you, you here alone? I assume not, unless you were binge drinking when I met you. You had two Jägers, right?’
    â€˜Yeah,’ smiled Amy. ‘One was for my mate’s boyfriend. Well, I say mate, she’s not really. She’s just the only person I know who likes this kind of music and to be honest I don’t really know her that well. It was just an excuse not to come on my own. Why don’t more people like glam? I was glad to get away from them to be honest as they’ve spent most of the night with their tongues down each other’s throats. It can become a bit off putting when you’re trying to sing along. I suppose I should go back, they’ll be wondering where I am.’
    Laura began to scream at the top of her voice. Virtually all of the bar turned to look at her. ‘Oh my God! You hear those sirens? It’s fucking “Blockbuster”. Only one of the best glam songs ever. Come on, down that drink ... you and I are going to dance. If one of the band doesn’t spot me looking like this then there’s sweet chance for anyone else!’ She giggled at her own wordplay. ‘Now, move it sister, let’s hit the floor.’
    The two girls had spent the rest of the gig together, dancing wildly to the band on stage. Amy had never met anyone with such a