The backstage doors creaked open as you stepped in, broom in hand, ready to clean up. You hadn’t expected to find anyone there; after all, they had told you the band had already left. But there they were.

Rob Halford was sitting on a leather couch, black boots crossed, a beer can in hand. Glenn Tipton had his usual laid-back air, while K.K. Downing was deep in conversation with Ian Hill. The chatter stopped as they noticed you.

You felt heat rush to your face. Damn it. You had interrupted their break.

"Sorry… I didn’t know you were here," you mumbled, taking a step back.

Rob looked at you with an amused smile, and before you could slip away, he spoke in his deep voice:

—"Come in, princess, no need to be shy."

The others chuckled softly, and K.K. even motioned for you to come closer.

—"Yeah, we don’t bite… much," Glenn added with a smirk.