Lighting
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Sound
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Costuming
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Fabulously gorgeous host
Ugh...
Just say check Alphys
C-Check
Ohhh yeeesssss, darlings. It's time~
The entire gang was waiting at the skelebros house for Frisk to arrive. Undyne had decided to accept Papyrus's offer for a ride to the MTT theatre and was currently giving her best friends skull a good noogie-ing.
Sans was sitting on the steps, slowly starting to doze off, as they awaited the last member of their group to arrive.
His eyes widened when he saw a familiar human and Goat monster walking down the street. Standing Sans waved at the girl who proceeded to excitedly wave back. As they got closer Undyne and Papyrus seemed to notice their arrival. Undyne fist pumped, "Heck yeah! How ya going, Frisk?"
"I'm good thank you, Undyne," Frisk smiled up at the tall fish lady.
"HUMAN IT IS GOOD TO SEE YOU... TOO BAD WE WILL BE COMPETING AGAINST EACH OTHER THIS EVENING," Papyrus declared as he hugged the small human.
"well bro, i'll skip all the jazz and be hip with ya. i reckon frisk and i have a pretty good shot at the finals," Sans punned as he winked towards Frisk.
Papyrus made a disapproving sound, "EVEN YOUR HORRIBLE PUNS WILL NOT STOP ME FROM BEING EXCITED FOR TONIGHT, BROTHER."
Frisk laughed at the to brother's antics before turning to face Toriel.
The older monster engulfed Frisk in a hug, "Have fun, my child... and do not be afraid. You will do wonderfully."
"Thanks, Mom."
Pulling away Frisk adjusted the strap of her dance bag and waved farewell as she followed Undyne, Papyrus and Sans towards the small car on the sidewalk.
Frisk climbed onto the back seat beside Sans who was watching her.
"you not too nervous kiddo?" Sans asked.
Frisk shook her head, "Not at the moment..."
Sans looked away, "Well, if you do start feeling scared don't forget our little plan."
Feeling her cheeks begin to prickle with heat Frisk hid behind her fringe, eyes downcast in her lap as she mumbled a reply, "I will."
The trip had been fun, with all four of the unlikely friends singing loudly along to the radio as Papyrus swerved through traffic. It was a good distraction from any nerves that the four dancers had with the lead up to the quarterfinals that were taking place tonight.
As the newest song faded out Undyne turned to face the two shorter beings seated behind her, "So punks, did Mettaton visit you with some strange monkey suit for you guys to wear tonight?"
Sans and Frisk both nodded in affirmation.
Undyne sighed, "Well, I hope they aren't as stupid looking as mine. I did not expect to have to dress up like a damn fool when I auditioned for the competition."
Frisk and Sans understood her annoyance. They both had been visited a few days prior to the day of the quarter final by Mettaton who had provided them with their costumes. Apparently it was compulsory for all the dancers to wear their given costume during the competition.
Sans had been less then happy with those arrangements but had, grudgingly, accepted. Not willing to give up their spot in the competition over a costuming spat. Frisk hadn't minded. However the costumes elegance and standout appearance had thrown her.
Shaking thoughts of the costume from her mind Frisk returned to the conversation at hand, "I'm sure you'll look fine in whatever he gave you Undyne."
Undyne shrugged, "Well, I have to wear it... but that doesn't mean I won't complain, loudly."
Frisk giggled at Undyne's declaration.
Finally the car rumbled to a stop as Papyrus pulled into the special carpark allocated for the dancers and Judges use.
Piling out the group looked up at the large theatre, each feeling their nerves return.
Frisk's hand found Sans as she gripped it. He lightly squeezed her hand in encouragement and all four began to walk towards the huge theatre.
As soon as they arrived at the back entrance they were stopped by the bodyguard and stage manager who supplied them with the passes that would identify them as performers. Before being led by the stage manager into the corridor of dressing rooms.
"Each group and individual will have a dressing room for the night. A professional make up artist and hairdresser will arrive shortly, please make sure to be in your uniforms before then. We have limited time and Mettaton wants to inspect you all before the show begins," The Stage manager drawled on. She pointed out the rooms and slowly the group dissolved.
Frisk and Sans walked into their own dressing room. There were two stalls for them to change at the back of the room. Two separate mirrors, benches and seats sat facing away from each other.
Sans rubbed his neck, "whelp, we better get changed then."
Frisk nodded awkwardly, nerves coursing through her.
'I'm in the same room as Sans... alone.'
Frisk peeked through her bangs as the skeleton walked towards the right stall. Entering the left stall Frisk closed her eyes and took a deep breath, 'You've been alone with Sans before... this isn't that different at all. Why are you feeling so nervous?'
Taking the costume out of her duffle bag Frisk felt the heat rise to her cheeks. Every time she saw the white ballerina costume she couldn't help feel outshone. The tutu was covered in pure white feathers and silver jewels spread across the bodice in stunning patterns. The collar peaked downwards slightly but thankfully the dip was covered by skin toned mesh for modesty. Stitched into the back of the outfit was tiny white wings.
Carefully Frisk slipped into the her stockings and the delicate outfit before slipping into some slippers, her shoes lying on top of her bag. She would put them on closer to the show.
There was a soft knock on her stall door. "hey, kiddo... you done in there?"
"U-uh yeah. I'll be out in a second," Frisk replied. Unlocking the stall door she shyly stepped out.
Sans's reaction was instantaneous. His eyes widened as a deep blue bloomed on his cheeks, "Y-you look beautiful."
Frisk felt her own cheeks heat up in embarrassment and, guiltily, pride that Sans thought she looked beautiful."
'Beautiful,' Frisks said in her mind as her cheeks buzzed with warmth. 'I like that word...'
Then she realized Sans was also in his costume. His eyes followed her own down towards his suit. His face morphed into embarrassment as he pulled at the coat, "heh... i-i look like an idiot don't i?"
"N-not at all. You actually look quiet handsome," Frisk blurted out before wishing she could hid beneath a rock.
San's was wearing a dark, almost black, blue suit. It was lined in silver with matching jewels. He looked like a prince in the costume Frisk noted.
Sans's face seemed to turn completely blue, as he looked away in embarrassment, "g-geez kid that went straight to the heart."
Before he could say anything else though a loud knock on the dressing room door surprised both of them. The door swung open to reveal a cat-like and a reptilian or crocodile (alligator) like monster.
Both had colored streaks in their hair and brightly colored makeup.
"Hi I'm Catty," Said the cat-like monster.
"And I'm Patty," Added the Crocodile-like one.
"We're your Make up and Hair artist," They both said in unison.
Frisk and Sans stood there, unsure as to what to say exactly as Patty and Catty scanned over them.
"Hmmm, I'll start with the female," Catty told Patty.
"Well it isn't like the male has any hair now does it, "Patty laughed.
Catty chimed in with her own giggles as she approached Frisk. Grasping the human's shoulders she spun Frisk around and directed her towards the left styling desk and seat whilst Patty did the same with Sans but to the right side of the room.
After seating Frisk, Catty stared the girl with glimmering excitement, "Aw, you just look so stunning in that darling... now to make a hair style that will suit that beautiful face of yours."
Catty grabbed a brush and gently pulled it through the female's hair before making quick work of the short hair. She then began to form a plait on one side of Frisks hair.
"You have such pretty hair. Mettaton ordered me not to get to excited and to leave it as natural as possible. Something about the natural flair being perfect for you," Catty rambled as she worked.
On the other side of the room Patty was having a field day with sparkles.
"Ooh, these sparkles will make you stand out so much! Don't you agree Catty!"
"Of course Patty!"
Patty smiles as she dusted them over Sans skull, making the unimpressed skeleton hold back a sneeze. "It's a pity you don't have any skin or else I could do a lot more... but I guess I'll have to work with what I have," The reptilian woman said, pursing her lips in disappointment.
'Thank god for that,' Sans thought to himself.
"I'm done if you are ready Patty," Catty called out to her partner in crime.
"Ooh, I'll be right over Catty!"
Finishing with the final touches Patty studied Sans's face before nodding to herself in silent appraisal. Then she hurried over to Catty and began her work on Frisk. She applied the stage makeup and then added silver to Frisk's eyes before finishing it off with a light dusting of sparkles.
"Perfect, just as Mettaton asked," The cat monster told her friend.
Patty smiled at Catty, "Isn't she just sooo cute~"
"Totally," Catty replied energetically.
"Well, we must be off. Mettaton will want to see you shortly so we better make ourselves scarce," The two chimed in unison as they rushed out of the room. "Good luck~"
Sans studied his shining face in the mirror before standing up, "well kiddo... i officially feel like a glittery piece of..."
His words were lost as he turned to face Frisk. Eyes wide he took a moment to take in her appearance.
'I thought she looked stunning before but...damn'
Frisk was standing their looking at Sans, the make up was sadly a little thick considering it would need to be for the stage lighting however she looked like a star. Her face shimmered in the dressing room light as the glitter on her face made her skin resemble a shining night sky. Sans swallowed as his soul beat within his chest.
The door to the dressing room opened as the stage manager entered, not looking at the two as she studied her clipboard.
"Mettaton wants everyone present for Roll Call," She stated. "Follow me."
Looking up from her board she glanced between the two dancers, "Not bad, let's hope Mettaton agrees."
Frisk gathered her shoes and followed the stage manager beside a very quiet Sans. They were led towards the back of the stage where a group of dancers were all waiting. She was surprised, Ebbott city was known for having a larger monster to human ratio however she noted that including herself there was only two humans in the room.
Sans and Frisk took in the groups.
There was Muffet and her dance group all wearing glittery purple tuxes, top hats and puffy pants along with laced up boots. They looked very classy.
Next along was Papyrus who wore a red low collard shirt that showed of some of his chest bones, black slacks with gold tassels and black dance shoes.
Undyne was sitting uncomfortably beside him wearing something that resembled a military uniform with golden shoulder pads. She frowned as she tugged at the edges of her coat that sat unbuttoned on her shoulder, "How the hell does he expect me to dance in this..."
Nuzzling their noses together was the dog monster couple. They were dressed in 90s style fashion. They seemed to be too caught up in their own little world to notice anyone else.
And finally the last competitor was the only other human. They wore a lot of black. Their coat was military appearing but was rather long with two columns of silver buttons running along the center. They were black pants and laced up boots, similar to Undyne but their uniform was more... foreboding. Their hair was loose but neat and fell similarly to Frisks. Chara...
They looked up at the arrival of the two new dancers with surprise then shock and annoyance. "What the hell are you doing here, Comedian?"
Sans froze beside Frisk, displeasure plastered on his own face. Chara's eyes found Frisk's face, interest highlighting them as understanding replaced the annoyance.
"Oh, so you managed to get in by piggy-backing on a better dancer," Chara smirked at Sans. Chara's eyes did not leave Frisk's face however, as they took in her appearance, "And a pretty one at that."
Frisk squirmed uncomfortably under the human's gaze. Sans was about to snap a retort but was stopped with the entrance of Mettaton. The robot was dressed in a white suit, his name emblazoned on the pocket at his chest.
"Well, well, well, it's always nice to see some friendly competition backstage." Mettaton's gaze scanned over all of the dancers as they stood up straight, nerves buzzing high.
"Very nice... very, very nice. Oh I can already here the screams and cheers. Tonight will be fabulous my darlings... You shall all become stars tonight~" Mettaton declared as he brought a hand up to his brow dramatically.
"All this excitement is making me faint." Then he straightened and smirked, "However I have no time for such trivialities~ The show is about to start and I am needed."
Mettaton turned on his heel as he strutted out, "10 minutes till curtains people!"
The backstage crew suddenly swept in and the Stage Manager began giving instructions to the dancers, calling out orders and such.
Tonight was going to be an interesting one alight~
Lights, Cameras...
ACTION~