The year is 1983. You’re laying on the hotel room bed with your boyfriend of two years, Eric Carr. Kiss was tour and he wanted to bring you with, but now after a show you got drunk and Eric brought you back upstairs. Currently you’re laying on him with your head on his chest “I think I could be a good mother. And I want to be your wife” you say drunkenly but one hundred percent honest about how you feel. Eric looks down at you and smiles a little “you really want that?”