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Carol lounged in her dressing room after another successful concert. Her band mates throwing crumpled up paper at each other and laughing at their own stupidity. She huffed a laugh of her own out watching them fuck around, when there was a knock on the door. The group looked at each other before Carol finally called out.
"Who is it?" She demanded.
"Uhm...Someone's here to see you, Carol." Came the voice of her manager. He sounded tense behind the door, but Carol just rolled her eyes.
"Tell 'em to buzz off, we're busy!" Carol shouted, her band mates snickered among themselves and resumed their paper throwing.
"Uh...I'm not really sure I can tell her that.."
"Oh yeah? And why not?"
"Uh...b-because it's Barbara...."
The room became eerily silent, you could hear the nervous sweat start to bead on their skin.
"Like....THE Barbara? Like....the PRINCESS?" Their drummer had asked. Carol wanted to scold him for the stupid question but was cut off by their managers response.
"Yeah..."
"Shit!" Carol cussed under her breath, looking at herself in the mirror and fiddling with her hair and make up.
"Uh, yeah just uh, just give us a sec!" She flailed her hand behind her whilst she fixed herself.
"Make yourselves look presentable dick heads!" She demanded in a whisper, the group scrambled off in their own directions to do just that.
A few moments later, everyone was ready and Carol was the one to open the door to let their guest in. Sure enough, the young Princess of Hard Rock stood at her dressing room door, rocking on her heels and looking around while she had waited to meet them. Carol cleared her throat, snapping her to attention. She could see the light in her eyes as she beamed up at her and gave her a nervous wave. The hell did she have to be nervous about?
"You uh....wanna come in-"
"YES!!!" She was quick to clear her throat and compose herself. "Uh, yeah, yes. Sure. I'd like that. Kept me waiting long enough"
Carol let Barb into the room, which she walked in to with an awkward gait. She was trying to look cool but failing miserably. She couldn't help but smirk watching her walk like she had shit in her pants, careful to make sure she didn't see her face. The princess looked around the room, nodding at the décor like trying to look thoughtful about it. Carol closed the door and leaned against it.
"Sooooo....Princess." She started, the purple troll spinning around to face her as quick as she could. "Can't say I was expecting seeing you here. What uh...What's up?"
Barb bite back a grin, desperately trying to look cool in front of them. "Ah well...I just uh, wanted to tell you that.....good-good concert tonight. Really kick ass."
"You saw us?" The Drummer asked. Carol shot him a look to tell him to stop asking stupid questions.
"OH! Yeah! I try and catch all your guys' shows!" She reached into her mane of hair and scratched the back of her neck. "Heh, you guys are kinda my favorite band." She admitted sheepishly.
"Aw sick! Rock ON!" Their guitarist cheered, leaping from the couch to offer the princess a low five, which was returned with equal amounts of enthusiasm.
"I'm flattered." Carol remarked. "Coming from you, that means a lot to us."
Barb's face lit up with a pinkish-purple hue, a shy little grin creeping it's way on her face. "Aw, geez, c'mon."
"Sooo like, was that all you came here for then?" Their bassist asked.
Barb bit her lip, suddenly taking an interest in her own feet. "Uh, well. There was uh, kinda....one other thing?" All eyes were on her now, which only served to make her even more nervous. "I was..i was wondering uh....would you....would you guys like....wanna.....come to one of my dad's concerts sometime and hang out back stage with us?" She offered.
Silence again as the offer settled in, the young princess nervously looking around the group. "FUCK YEAH WE WOULD!!!!!" Came their unanimous response, spreading a relieved smile on Barb's face.