The Record Store

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I looked in the mirror, frowning, before a small smile spread across my face and I nodded. My outfit was perfect. Pretty, but not too revealing. I didn't feel like I was pretty enough for anything too revealing, and I was oh so very envious of the girls who wore the outfits I could only dream of. But my outfit today was cute! It was a very warm blue and silver striped sweater, paired with a denim skirt that came about halfway down my thighs. It was paired with knee high black socks and silver high top sneakers. 

Smiling, I touched up my simple eyeliner and lipstick, grabbing my backpack purse and heading for the store. I had heard that Kiss's solo albums were going to be restocked today, and I was desperate to get there early. Ace's was the only one I didn't have, and his was the hardest to get. I hopped onto the bus, heading downtown and humming a Kiss song to myself.

I got to the record store just as they opened and walked inside. I made a beeline for the rock and roll record section, taking a deep breath before flipping through the records.

"Oh please, oh please, oh please be here," I whispered to myself. 

The record shop was thankfully empty except for me and a tall man who was humming under his breath as he thumbed through records on another shelf. My heart leapt as I lifted up a copy of Ace's solo album.

"Oh yes!" I whispered eagerly. 

"Oh that's a good album!" the man across from me said.

I jumped, startled, before giving him a smile, blush running across my face. 

"Oh, have you listened to it already? I've been able to get all the other ones, but Ace's has been sold out every other time I tried to buy it."

The man smiled back, and I felt my heart flutter. He was beautiful, with soft brown hair hanging past his shoulders and the widest smile crinkling his warm brown eyes adorably. 

"Listened to it? You could say that, curly!" he said with a wild laugh.

A faint frown flickered across my face as I heard his laugh. It sounded familiar, really familiar, but I just couldn't quite place it.

"Is it your favorite out of the solo albums?" I asked.

The man's smile got bigger. "Oh, I think it might be one of my favorite out of all the Kiss albums," he said with a wink, laughing again.

"I see," I said, still immensely bothered by the fact I couldn't quite place who he was. 

"What's your favorite Kiss album?" he asked, moving around the shelf so he was standing next to me, joining me in thumbing through the Kiss records. 

He was tall, a good few inches taller than me, and pretty thin too. He was flipping through the records with long fingers that were calloused from what was most likely playing guitar. He smelled ever so faintly of sweet gunpowder smoke, the same familiar scent from all the pyros at the Kiss shows I had been to.

Blushing, I shrugged. 

"It's hard to pick one. I really like the Alive! album, that's a good one. But out of the studio albums, I think I'd have to say Love Gun. I love the song Shock Me," I mumbled, blush deepening.

The man laughed, that same oh so familiar laugh, and I felt my heart melt a bit. 

"Oh, Love Gun! That was a fun one. I thought I did a pretty good job on Shock Me, although the story that inspired it wasn't too fun," he said with a faint grimace. 

Everything fell into place and I took a step back, staring at him with wide eyes. A chill ran through me as my hands, still clutching the solo record, started to tremble.

"Y-you're--M-Mr. Frehley!" I gasped.

He giggled, shaking his head.

"Oh, gosh no. Mr. Frehley is my father. Please, call me Ace!" he said, holding out a hand.

I shook it nervously and he gave my hand a squeeze. 

"It's n-nice to meet you," I stammered.

"It's very nice to meet you too! What's your name?" he asked, eyes sparkling.

"Y-Y/N," I squeaked. 

"Well Y/N, can I see that?" he asked, pointing at the album in my hands. 

Without a word, I handed it to him, too overwhelmed to speak. Giving me a smile, he walked to the cash register, buying the album before I could say anything. He walked back over to me, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a silver Sharpie. 

"Do you mind if I open it?" he asked.

I shook my head and his smile got bigger. He pulled off the shrink wrap, uncapping the marker and signing the album before handing it back to me. 

"So Y/N, you free tonight?" he asked.

Still speechless, I nodded, accepting the album with shaking hands. He reached into his pocket, pulling out a backstage pass and handing it to me. 

"Can I count on seeing you there?" he asked hopefully.

My heart leapt and I gripped the backstage pass. 

"Of course!" I said, finally finding my voice.

Ace's face lit up and he gave me a hug.

"Perfect! I'm looking forward to seeing you! And hopefully getting to know you a bit more," he said, before his face went red. "Oh, but not in like a sexual way or anything! I'm not Gene," he said with a laugh.

I giggled, heart melting. "I'll see you then," I said softly.

He looked at his watch with a sigh. "Well, I've got to run. It takes a while to put on all that makeup," he said, before giving me another hug and a quick kiss on the forehead. "I'll see you after the show!" 

I nodded, unable to stop smiling as I looked at the signed album and the backstage pass in my hand. I was reeling, unable to really believe that had just happened. I snapped out of it, running for the bus, desperate to get home and get ready for the show. 

***Well I hope you like this story so far!! I'm very excited to write it!! I will say, the wonderful person who requested this asked for some smut, and I've been having fun writing it so I'll be including some in this one too!🙈🤭😳If you have any suggestions let me know!!! Love you!***

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