I was at the Paris concert of Eagles Of Death Metal. Talking with Jesse Hughes at a table, I am not sure my relationship to him or the band. He was signing things, and I was calling out names of people on a list, laughing and talking to people and Jesse. However, the terrorists entered soon after and began shooting up the place. Jesse grabbed me immediately and we started to run through the crowd of people, stopping to hug against walls, and often he'd stare at me and tell me to be quiet. The gunshots were extremely loud, and I could hear people screaming, crying. His grip on my hand was really strong I remember, to the point it almost hurt. After several minutes (I am guessing it was minutes) of sneaking around we found ourselves in an open area. It looked very much like a train station or an airport, and still holding my hand tightly, he and I ran in this open space with other people. However, he very quickly jerked us away from the small group we were with and up a flight of stairs. As we got to the 2nd floor there was a short hallway that took a sharp turn to the left. On the right was nothing but glass windows, and outside I could see the snow and the cityscape. As we started to walk instead of run, we heard a woman crying very loudly and someone speaking in a language I didn't understand. Jesse looked around the corner and said there was a woman with a gun holding another woman on her knees. For some odd reason he decided to try and rescue this woman, but was tackled by a man he didn't see. I remember the man was wearing all black. They went flying out the glass windows, but Jesse managed to grab onto something, like a piece of hanging metal. The man fell to his death. The woman was now wildly shooting out the window at Jesse, and looking behind me on the wall I saw a fire extinguisher. I got it off the wall and waiting until the woman was forced to reload, I came around the corner and started bashing it into her face. I remember the look of surprise and shock on her face, and she tried to lift her assault rifle to defend herself but to no avail. She too was wearing all black. The woman she had on her knees was still crying, but I ignored her as I quickly then went to help lift Jesse up and back into the building.