Heavens On Fire

Author's Note!!

Hey guys!! So as you know, I went to that KISS concert on the 12th of April! Well let me just say it was probably and will probably be the best night of my life. The meet and greet was by far the best part of the night, but everything was amazing. First off let me just say that Paul is just as amazing and sweet as he is in this story! He is still incredibly handsome, even for an older guy. So let me tell you guys what happened. (FYI, I'm the biggest fucking dork that ever lived) So how it's set up is a curtain and the boys are in front of the curtain and the line to wait for pictures is beside the curtain. You can't see a damn thing if you're a few people behind. So I got to about 3 or 4 people to get my pictures, here I am, craning my neck to get a glimpse of these men. First thing I see? Gene Simmons big ass demon boots. My eyes went wide and my heart dropped. At this point I'm already nervous as hell. My legs had been shaking and my hands were shaking as well. Then I was 2nd in line. I shit you not, I had to lift my head to look at Gene, I was a foot away from this man. He turns, arms crossed and that terrifying look on his face. That look dude. I nearly fainted. HE TURNS AND STARES DIRECTLY AT ME. Eye contact makes me nervous, not only that, I have social anxiety and this dude was just full on making me die inside. Gene fucking Simmons is staring at me and I'm scared shitless. This man is standing at about 7 feet tall and here I am, 5 foot 2. The dude says "alright go ahead, it's your turn." What do I do? I panick and run straight to the man I'm least afraid of. Mind you, I've got my face painted like Gene, but I've made it my own and just did the outline. IM WEARING GENE SIMMONS MAKEUP AND RUN STRAIGHT TO PAUL STANLEY.  I wrap my arms around that sexy motherfucker and don't let go. I'm like "Hi Paul" in a high pitched voice that only I can explain by doing it. I'm completely starstruck at this point. Paul responds, "Hey sweetheart! How are you doing?" I'm dead. I'm dead now, Paul Stanley has just called me sweetheart and I'm dying. So in a voice no louder than a mouse's I reply, "I'm good." Then the piece de resistance. HE WRAPS HIS ARMS AROUND ME AND HOLDS ME. Paul Stanley is holding me and I'm holding onto him. When I say I fell head over heals in love with him, I mean it. I was in love with him before, but this just made things so much worse. The pictures are taken, I was too nervous to say anything else and walked off. I was handed my signed 8×10 poster and went to my seats where my boyfriend sat. I walked right up to my boyfriend and said "I just touched Paul Stanley. He held me omg." My boyfriend laughed and asked if I had actually hugged him and I was like Yeah. Man I tell you, best couple of minutes of my life. The concert part was also amazing, they all performed fantastic and my boyfriend who is not a big KISS fan, loved every moment and now loves KISS. So I feel like I just accomplished something too lol. I'm just sad that not only was this my first KISS concert, it was also my last. I always say I was born in the wrong generation. Anyways, I'll be posting all the pictures in a separate part of this story for those that want to see. Here are a few to hold you off until I get my meet and greet pictures. As always keep on rocking!