(*January 9th, 1977*)
Paul, Gene, Ace, and Peter were about to start rehearsing for their upcoming tour.
They thought that today would be like any other day.
Until they entered the dressing room.
"Holy shit..."
Was all Peter could say.
The entire dressing room was a complete mess.
It looked like it was broken into by force.
Whoever did it was probably a thief trying to make quick cash by stealing the band's instruments.
"Damn it! My guitar is gone"!
Paul grumbled in frustration.
"And they took my drumkit and everything else"!
Gene didn't have his bass guitar, and Ace's guitar was also stolen as well.
I walked in hearing the guy's yelling.
"Oh my God! Who would do such a terrible thing"?!
I said, seeing how aggravated KISS looked.
"We better do something before Bill finds out".
Gene suggested.
Together, we all looked around for any clues.
There were footprints leading to the backstage area.
When we followed them, I saw a strange person carrying something familiar.
"HEY"!
Paul shouted, startling the other man.
"Give us back our instruments you mother-fucker"!
Peter aggressively began to attack the thief and when he was finished, Gene held the thief back while Ace called the cops.
After the thief was put into handcuffs and arrested by the authorities, the guys from KISS did a thorough inspection to make sure that their instruments weren't severely damaged or broken.
Luckily, their instruments were just fine.
