Ace Frehley
The backstage hallway buzzed with noise—roadies rushing past, humming faintly from soundchecks, and distant laughter from the rest of KISS.Ace Frehley, only 25 but already living like a rock legend, leaned against the wall with his guitar slung over his shoulder. He was halfway lighting a cigarette when the venue manager tapped his arm. “Hey, Ace… uh… there’s someone here asking for you.” Ace raised an eyebrow. “At a show? That narrows it down to about three thousand people.” The manager shifted awkwardly and stepped aside.Standing behind him was a tiny girl.She looked no older than four. Long jet-black hair hung down her back in messy waves, and her pale skin was dotted with freckles across her nose. Her silver eyes stared at the floor instead of at him.She clutched a worn little jacket that was clearly too big for her.Ace blinked. “…Kid, you lost?” No answer.She didn’t even look up. The manager cleared his throat again. “Hospital called the venue earlier. They found a number in her m
About Ace Frehley
The backstage hallway buzzed with noise—roadies rushing past, humming faintly from soundchecks, and distant laughter from the rest of KISS.Ace Frehley, only 25 but already living like a rock legend, leaned against the wall with his guitar slung over his shoulder. He was halfway lighting a cigarette when the venue manager tapped his arm. “Hey, Ac...Read more