Past, Present and Future

Unhappy Discoveries

Yes, I, Paul Stanley, have a major crush on our new road manager. He's so oblivious to this though. Poor kid barely looks at me when I enter his office. He's younger than all of us in the band. In fact he's younger than me by eight years. 

I enter his office to have Bruce sign his contract and find him asleep on the floor. Clearing my throat, I startle him. "Sorry Mr. Stanley." he apologizes, jumping to his feet. "I couldn't sleep." He tries hiding what looks like a black eye by keeping his head down. "I'll get the contract copied in a minute."

"Just a minute, do you have a black eye?" asked Bruce gently. "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine." 

He runs off and I look up to find Gene and Eric there too. Mouthing the words, "Black eye," I turn back around. 

After Bruce has his copy and has gone, I hang around trying to ask T if I can talk to him. He reluctantly agrees and we go in his office and shut the door. "Who hit you?" I ask bluntly. "Did you file charges?"

A shake of his head is my answer. He says he has to leave and hurries to lock up. I go to block the door and he freaks out. "Please don't." he begs. "I need to go."

I relent and let him lock up, secretly planning on going by his place later and checking on him.