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Paul Stanley, the Starchild, Kiss's lead singer and rhythm guitarist, was on the End of the Road Tour. The shows were great.The audience were incredibly amazing. Stage effect was better than before. And the tickets had a good sale. What a rock feast!
Yes,let's rock 'n roll all night!
Of course, he couldn't act as well as in the past, especially his voice, so he had to use samplings to make up for it. Also, his health problems influenced his performance badly, making him rely on painkillers to continue on stage from the Reunion Tour. After all, the sexy and beautiful Starchild had become an old man with wrinkles.
Everyone in the band was getting old.
Tommy had changed from a handsome youngest to a middle-aged man with vicissitudes.Eric had changed from a blonde cutie with baby fat to a black haired man. Gene was acting more and more like a child when he got older, the feeling of big brother having disappeared completely.Although they had many farewell tours, this time was a little different. Their oldest was 70 years old. Maybe it is really their last show.
But then what, they were not climbing to the end, but to meet the final victory!
There was nothing to regret.
He gained both fame and money. Although he divorced once, he found his true love eventually. They had their children, becoming a happy family, which he was proud of.
There was nothing to regret.
It was not a self-consolation. It was reality.
Well, he just suffered the sensitive problem again ——occasional insecurity. Just have a talk with Erin lately. Then it would be better.
However, that voice wouldn't disappear.
He knew that he had had these feelings for a long time.
The recent farewell tour made it even stronger.
The voice asked: "Are you really satisfied? Do you really have no regrets?"
His answer had always been "No".
But now he wavered.
It was not that he was not strong enough, but that was what he was really thinking.
He almost lost sleep.
Sometimes he thought he admitted it, but sometimes he thought this was his test that he couldn't give in.
He shouldn't be like a black hole of desire, owning something that other people dreamed of but didn't know how to be satisfied and kept asking for more. Otherwise, he would never be happy, only empty and uneasy.
But he did feel empty and uneasy. The so called overcoming didn't bring him any benefits, but aggravated these feelings.
What the fuck is wrong with me?! Paul wondered.