New York Groove / Ace Frehley

Chapter Four

Virginia's POV

I waited at the counter as I thought for a minute about the guy. I still hadn't figured out his name yet. Then again, I hadn't even had a full conversation with him.

"Staring is rude," Dennis piped in, taking note of me quietly observing the three guys wandering through the isles, mumbling to each other.

"Shut up," I chuckled. It sounded like they were getting a bunch of stuff off of the shelves. I had a good reason to be looking, I was 'curious'. Curious about that lanky guy.

Ace's POV

"You think this is enough?" I whispered, asking Gene and Peter as we all scanned over the stuff we picked out.

"Yeah I think so, and if she can't get close enough seats, send out an Amber alert or something," Peter chuckled, still whispering.

I rolled my eyes a little at that but I led them all to the front counter. She was looking around the store from behind the counter and turned her attention to us, her eyes growing wide I assume at all of the stuff we were carrying.

"Uh I can get you over here!" Dennis quickly got up, halfway sprinting to the register.

Virginia's POV

My God, thats a lot of stuff.

"I got it Dennis," I quickly got up, shoving him out of the way nonchalantly. Now I might be able to get Rock and Roll Over and go to the concert. That is if there are any tickets left.

The lanky guy let out a cackle at that. It was almost creepy but it was funny and I chuckled a little to myself at that as I opened the register with my key. I noticed his hair was nearly the same color as mine--auburn but a bit darker. I appreciated it wasn't as short or as frizzy as the other two.

"You guys didn't want the rest of the store?" I smiled as I began scanning some of the stuff the shorter guy had set down on the counter.

"Nah, not today," the lanky guy moved in front of me, the only thing separating us was the counter.

I glanced up at him for a moment and quickly went back to staring down at the register.

"Okay, thats gonna be 214.56," I looked back up from putting all of their stuff in canvas bag since paper or plastic would break from all of the records. "

He nodded and handed me two hundred-dollar bills and a fifty, "Keep the change." He cracked a grin, handing me the money. I couldn't help but smile, now I could go to the concert and get a t-shirt.

"Thanks," I smiled, taking the money, getting the change and putting it in my pocket.

"Of course," he kept a grin on his face, sliding a hand in his jacket pocket.

The shorter guy grabbed the four bags and they all headed out the door. I waited till they left to let out a squeal.

"I'm gonna get to see KISS on my birthday!" I nearly squealed.

"How old you turning?" Dennis asked.

"Twenty-five," I grinned, sitting down in my chair behind the counter. He nodded in response.

Ace's POV

"You didn't even ask her name, whats with the grin?" Gene nudged me.

"Cause shes gonna see me again soon," I smiled responding as we headed down the street, I was now holding two of the bags.

"You think she'll go to the concert?" Peter asks, "even then, how is she gonna land a pass?"

Didn't think about a pass after the concert. I got quiet, my grin slowly leaving my face as I thought about what to do.

"Maybe I could ask some of the staff to keep a look out for her and give her one then?" I suggested.

"Well they already have some," Gene nodded. "Maybe describe her to them, they might not get her but they'll probably get a girl awfully close."

"I don't think that's the same," I squinted a little as we turned the corner, the sun in my eyes.

Gene simply shrugged in response, not really sure what I meant. She seemed interesting and like she had a good sense of humor but something was off. Maybe she just needed to get out of her shell. She seemed awfully stand-off-ish.

Virginia's POV

"So which one do you like?" Dennis asked, holding up a KISS album, specifically Destroyer, one of my favorites. I already had one at home.

"Uh, I dunno, probably Ace, his solos are just the coolest," I nod.

"Yeah?" he glanced at the picture of Ace on the album, "I think Peters pretty cool," he nodded.

"Yeah, hes good too, all of them really," I sat on the edge of the counter, "I should probably call the garden and see if they've got any good seats left."

"You should probably get on that if you want a chance of a good seat," he joked, "Maybe you'll be able to see them from your seat."

I rolled my eyes at that as I walked over to the phone and grabbing my wallet, digging my credit card out. Of course I could've bought my ticket whenever, I just wanted to be sure I had the cash to back it up.

"Hey, pass me the yellow pages, will ya?" I ask Dennis, motioning to the other end of the counter which he was closer to that had a few phone books. He slid one down the counter and it stopped beside my hand.

"Thanks," I grab it and thumb through the pages until I get to the M's.

I paused for a moment, waiting on the other line to pick up after I had dialed for the garden.

"Madison Square Garden ticket office, can I help you?" A lady with a thick, nasally accent asked. (Think of Janice from Friends.) My accent wasn't even that bad.

"Yeah, how many tickets you got left for KISS on the eighteenth?" I ask, tapping my credit card on the counter.

"Plenty, a lot of kids buy theirs the day of." She paused, a few papers rustling in the background.

"How much would front row cost?" I ask. If I went a little over what I had, I'm sure I could pay it within the month.

"I got two tickets left up there, they're right beside each other to the right of the stage. They're a hundred-eighty a piece."

I paused and thought about what I had in my check-in account so far. Last time I checked, it was around six-hundred.

"I'll just take one," I answered. Maybe a weirdo wont buy the seat next to me.

"Alright, I need your credit card info," She stated.

"Right." I nodded and gave her my information. She soon after asked for my address to mail me the tickets.

I hung up after that, "I got front row!" I squeal.

"Nice!" Dennis nodded.

"What do you keep screaming about?" My boss asks, opening his office door, some smoke escaping the room.

"She got tickets for KISS," Dennis answered and I nodded.

"Cool," he shrugged and went back in his office, shutting the door behind him.