Back In the New York Groove (Ace Frehley is Who...?)

Prologue

  Aella's POV: 

Running late like usual, I ran out the door and hailed a cab to head down to Brooklyn where my Music Store was. For the majority of my young adult life I had no clue what I wanted to do, or who I even wanted to be. All I knew was that I wanted to follow around my favorite bands, hanging out backstage, jamming alongside them and writing everything and anything I could about them. Needless to say, that only lasted a few years, until I ended up with Rose and had Stitch in my life to tame me a bit.

Once Rose came into the picture, Stitch and I settled into a Apartment just outside of Brooklyn, New York and I tried for a good two years to be a normal mom, with a normal job, but that just wasn't me. So instead of fitting the norm, I took out a loan and opened up a music shop in a little old building in downtown Brooklyn. It took a bit of work to get it up and running; Stitch and I were young and didn't have much to go off of. But, two years later our shabby little shop had grown to be one of the best music stores around.

When I got out of the cab on West 30th street I still get that feeling of pure excitement as I walk up to Rogue Music and unlock the door of my own shop. Over the past couple years the store has had some exciting customers, we had really grown into something big in the past two years. I walked into the store and tripped over a box of records left in the aisle while I went to turn on the lights. It always seemed like we had stuff bursting from the walls and shelves, just waiting for me, or someone else to trip over.

Just like any other morning, I went about my usual tasks to open the store. We had a few customers in and out. It wasn't until after three when I heard the bell at the front of the store ring and I felt my heart drop as soon as I looked up to greet the customer. It was Him. The one guy I've ran away from for the last five or six years. So I did the only thing I could think of. I plastered on a fake smile and greeted him like I would any customer. I tried to busy myself with taking boxes to the back. It'd ruin everything if he recognizes me. 

(Some of these facts are meshed so don't trust everything I say in this story. For example, Rogue Music is in NYC not Brooklyn. Also this takes place in the early 80's. I decided to write this because I'm obsessed with KISS and noticed there weren't many fanfics. I hope you enjoy guys!)