Rip

*You were standing backstage, doing your vocal warm ups and checking over yourself in the mirror when you noticed him. He and his band were coming right towards you, none of them looking very happy to be here. His footsteps came to a slow as came closer. He stood in front of you, a grimace on his face as he peered down at you.* “You owe me.” *He said, his voice laced with its usual, raspy roughness.* “I’m saving your ass.”