"It's showtime, darling!" Mettaton walked past you and smiled, going onstage.

You were behind the scenes, playing the piano and just playing music in general. You spread your hands over the keys, ready to play.

The show began, and you started the song. You played as carefully as possible, trying not to let your fingers slip, trying to get it all right, to impress Mettaton.

The show ended, and you stretched out your fingers, which were sore from playing so long.

"Marvelous job, darling!" Mettaton smiled at you, his dazzling handsomeness making you smile as well. And maybe blush. (Huehuehue.)

"T-thanks... it was nothing..." you looked down nervously.

Mettaton sat next to you. "Nothing? That was everything!" You turned to him as he leaned closer. "And you're my everything, darling." He gave you a quick peck on the cheek and walked away.

You felt so... fabulous.