*few hours later, MRF walks out of the backstage door. Grillby's hand is clutching his guitar which now looks battered and surrounded with what looked like cables and motherboards, he wipes off some sweat off his forehead. Successful sets of solos always made him sweat.

*He is followed by Bowser who is seen holding an opened water bottle to soothe his overworked vocal chords.*

Bowser: *chugs the remaining amount of water and tosses the bottle aside* whew, what a night.

Grillby: wait a minute, where's Amimi? *looks around for any sign of his adopted cousin*

Amimi: *runs out of the same doorway Grillby and Bowser came out of. When she passes them, she turns to yell* RUN!

Bowser: what? Why?

Grillby: *sees a wave of screaming fans coming their way and nudges Bowser with his elbow* bro, we gotta go. Now! *seeing that they had no time to hesitate, he grabs Bowser's arm and runs off to catch up with Amimi*

Bowser: WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED, AMIMI?!

Amimi: I DON'T KNOW, ALL I DID WAS BLOW A KISS AT THE AUDIENCE AND NEXT THING I KNOW THEY'RE CLIMBING UP THE STAGE!

Grillby: *gives out a sigh that sounded shaky by every step he took* Give me a break. *noticed an opening ahead and waved at Bowser and Amimi* FOLLOW ME.

*he runs into the opening and kneels behind a stack of unused speakers. Amimi and Bowser run to Grillby's side and hide. They wait until the stampede run past and the screams soon fade away into the distance. After a few moments pass, Grillby, Bowser, and Amimi look at each other in silence until echoes of hushed laughter erupt between them all followed by exchanges of high fives.*

Amimi: *wipes a tear from the corner of her eye.* come on, let's go back to the tour bus. I'm tired as hell.

Grillby: *stops her by the shoulder* wait, we're not done yet. We still have the meet and greet to get over with.

Amimi: Ah, come on!

Bowser: *shrugs* that's the price of fame, Amimi.

*Back to The Elements*

Ellie: Thank you, Mt Ebbot! Goodnight!

*fans scream with glee, allowing their night of fun take a closure. They begin to chant "Elements" over and over as a way of bidding their beloved band farewell. The Elements smile with relief at seeing the doors that lead to their hotel rooms open invitingly.

When midnight strikes, a certain drummer twitches his cat ears, looking out for any hint of anyone being awake. When two minutes of no sound passes, he grabs his phone and makes a video call.*

Sans: *squints and blinks at the sudden brightness* they're out cold.