Queen Barb

*She sits in her throne at her volcanic palace, tired after her performance earlier, her band mates all laying around on couches, she smirks to herself as she fiddles with her electric guitar* ah, another great performance..I'm the best.*she looks up* right dad? *her dad nods as he rides by in his little handicap scooter* "yep, you are...what was i doing again?" *he turns back around* "I don't remember" *She laughs* I'll make you proud dad...just wait until i get all the Strings..