KISS Funny Stories

Chapter One

"Has anybody seen my hair spray"?

Paul Stanley paced around the room and opened a suit case.

Aha! Found it!

"Starchild, did you use up all the heat"?

I walked into the room.

"No".

He said, applying his face paint.

"Well, somebody did. It's freezing out there".

Paul looked over at Tommy, and they both laughed.

"You guys are like 60 something years old, and yet you still forget where you put everything".

Gene rolled his eyes and turned around to face the mirror.

"You better watch yourself, missy".

Eric was watching me holding Paul's purple guitar.

"I'm a rockstar and I love to feel beautiful cause I always get my hair all pretty so the girls start twerking at me and oh my gosh, I can fly over the audience like a flamingo".

I sassed him and pretended to pose like Paul did back in the day.

Paul began to notice my childish behavior.

"Hey, put that down, that's not yours".

He turned around in his seat, and I ran down the hall.

He picked up the guitar and went to hide it somewhere else.

Eric tried not to laugh, since he was the hyper one usually before a show.

Tommy smiled at Paul, and he returned the smile. 

After many hours had passed, Paul and the others were getting freshened up to go home.

"You did good".

I walked up to the Starchild.

"What"? 

Paul looked up at me.

"You still look like the rock star I knew in the 70's".

I said sweetly.

Paul washed off half of the makeup and the rest was just his own skin.

He held my hands gently.

"You really like us, don't you"?

I smiled and laughed a little.

He stood up and wrapped his arms around me.

I returned the hug, and he planted a small kiss to my head.