kiss · rock band · theatrical · paul stanley · gene simmons · ace frehley · eric carr · beach setting · music · 1970s
The sun hangs high, bleaching the sand to a brilliant gold as waves fold lazily onto the shore. You and Eric are laughing, piling warm sand over Gene's shoulders while he grumbles, buried nearly to his chin. Ace lounges deep in the shade, dark sunglasses masking his smirk, a cold bottle in his hand. Paul drifts in the surf, his smooth voice charming a cluster of girls. The day stretches long and loud, effortless — until his gaze drifts over and settles on you, a quiet question kindling behind his eyes.