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[OPEN] Give me that thing I love (I'll turn the lights out)

Who: Mettaton and YOU!
Where: The Performing Arts Theater
When: Slightly backdated to the evening of May 31st but through early June 1st
Rating: PG-13!
Summary: It’s Mettaton’s One Year Anniversary Concert! Come on in and celebrate with him!
The Story:

It’s been a strange year for Wonderland’s favorite celebrity. He’s made friends and enemies, he’s seen things both strange and hauntingly beautiful and he’s had many laughs to fill his time. He never imagined he’d be here for an entire year but it seems his contract with this place isn’t expiring anytime soon.

So what better way to celebrate an anniversary than with a performance?

During the day on May 31st posters pop up all over the mansion, on pillars and walls and light fixtures and also some rose bushes in the gardens because of course. They all have one thing in common: beautiful gold typography advertising-

MTT’S GRAND ONE YEAR WONDERLAND ANNIVERSARY! COME ONE, COME ALL, TO ANOTHER SPECTACULAR MTT-BRAND CONCERT!

CELEBRATE A FANTASTIC YEAR WITH YOURS TRULY! DANCE THE NIGHT AWAY WITH QUALITY ENTERTAINMENT! TAKE A BREAK FROM THE MUNDANE TO SPEND A NIGHT SURROUNDED BY GLAMOUR! PARTY WITH YOUR FRIENDS AND GET AWAY FROM IT ALL!

FOOD AND DRINK WILL BE PROVIDED, AS ALWAYS! PEOPLE OF ALL AGES AND SPECIES ARE WELCOME!

8PM TO 1AM! SEE YOU THERE! <3

The theater is ready and waiting for your entrance! Won’t you come in~?

((ooc: as always with these concerts of his, this is an open post but also a mingle! Feel free to make your own top levels under the prompts provided or create your own! Thanks for having me, Wonderland! Also, in the playlist which is linked in one of the comments below some of the tracks are greyed out; alas I couldn't fix that but there are links to the videos in the playlist itself so you can still listen to those individually!))

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[He's been putting together things for the next part of the concert and been having quite a fun time doing it. Yes, he could have prepared more at the beginning and therefore would have been free to mingle amongst the audience during the intermission but honestly it's a good excuse to touch base with the guest of honor.

Said guest has been raving for the past five minutes about how lovely the first half had been and Mettaton soaks up the praise like a sponge. He goes to respond to something else when he hears someone call his name and in an instant he's shoved clothes and props in front of the mirror's place on the wall to block it from sight.

He turns towards the voice and calls back.]

Yes~? Frisk, is that you?

Yeah.

[They knock on the door, just to be sure. There's the scraping sound of shifting furniture, but they shouldn't...they trust him, right? They trust him, and they shouldn't question why he does what he does. He knows what he's doing. He's an adult - of course he does!

They're wearing one of the tutus he gave them for their birthday, a lovely floaty thing that makes them feel dangerous. Dangerous, but not quite brave.

They've never been very brave.]

I, um, brought you something.

[They knock, which is very polite, and gives Mettaton enough time to make sure that the mirror is properly covered before walking to the door to open it.]

Oh, did you? What is it?

[He sounds like a kid on Christmas morning as he opens the door.]

It's...

[It's a card. It's nothing special, really, though they sealed it in an envelope whose hue can only be described as "neon pink." They can't do bullet pattern birthday cards the way monsters can, but they tried their best.

The inside reads: HAPPY WONDERVERSARY! in hand-drawn block letters, and plays a short 8-bit tune. And sandwiched in the envelope, in between the card's edges, is packed as much glittering confetti as possible. Entirely too much, in fact. It'll probably thoroughly coat everything in the vicinity.

But they hand it over regardless, quickly.]

[They trail off but offer an envelope and Mettaton takes it eagerly. It's probably the brightest pink he's ever seen, which is a feast for his eyes. He opens it up and laughs in delight as the glittering confetti springs out of it, covering him, the floor, Frisk's shoes, and at least a third of the floor around them.]

Frisk... I love this. I love this? I love this.

[He holds the card over his head, letting leftover glitter-fetti fall into his hair.]

This is absolutely perfect and you should feel very proud of yourself.

[They might have gone overboard on the confetti. Just a smidge. A tad. A very glittery tad that leaves their shoes coated in the stuff, flecking the hems of their pants and sticking to their fingertips.

But he smiles, like he's dousing himself in the stuff. His own MTT-brand glitter shower.

Frisk can't help but - but grin.]

You should be proud too.

A whole year here.

[Mettaton nods, even as his grin grows more introspective in nature.]

Yes... an entire year. I don't know if pride is the emotion I am feeling, but I certainly have accomplished a lot in a year.

[Despite being trapped and almost dying/dying a few times, but who is keeping that score, really?]

[It's not much in the way of clarification, but maybe it'll count for something. Frisk tips their head back to regard him evenly before adding, to explain a bit more thoroughly:]

You made it.

[Of course he should be proud.]

[His eyes soften as Frisk clarifies their meaning. No matter how awkward things between them get, he's still thankful for them being here.]

I suppose I did, didn't I? An entire year and I've only died once or twice. Though I don't know if those counted in the end.

[He came back immediately from them, after all, and so did Frisk. ...He doesn't want to think about that anymore.]

Have you been enjoying the concert so far? I think I saw you dancing at one point!

Yeah.

[To both the concert and the dancing. Of course they were. They can do anything with a tutu, remember? And it's worth it, every moment, if it means that he's happy too.]

Have you?

Of course! I'm never happier than when I am up on stage. It's my whole life.

[He looks fondly towards the stage, proudly looking over all of his hard work. For a moment his eyes go to the place where he hid the mirror but other than his gaze shifting he reveals nothing.]

If you ever want to perform here yourself with that ukulele, you're welcome to. I mostly end up using this place for my own business but it's open for everyone to use.

[Oh, he...it's a nice offer. It's just an offer, of course, but it's a nice one, even if they're not sure they can visualize themself owning and earning the stage the way he does. A good thought to have. Not much besides that.

Frisk's shoulders hitch in a small shrug, somewhat sheepishly.]

I think you're, um...better at that.

Well of course I am better at it, I've had years of experience! That doesn't disqualify you from getting there though.

[Everyone starts somewhere, after all.]

All performances are different, whether they're big and public or small and intimate. And everything in between! You don't have to put anything out there that is like what I do; whatever fits you as an artist is what you should endeavor to do.

[Performing for anything more animated than a set up device to pick up the tones of a strummed ukulele, a timid lifting of their voice, is a daunting prospect at best, but if they shrink any further into themself, he might think it's his fault.

They're braver than that. Aren't they? They were never very orange to begin with.]

Maybe with Napstablook.

[Mettaton's grin practically splits his face open at the suggestion.]

Yes! I would love to see you two up on stage together. I guarantee I would be in the front row for that one!

[With obnoxiously loud and busy looking head gear and merch supporting two of his favorite people. He'll make it if he has to, don't test him.]

I know you would.

[His support of Napstablook, while belated back home, is nonetheless genuine. That much he's made readily apparent.]

They suggested we should start a band, once. [Maybe they should finally follow up on that, complete with the theremin.]

Did they now? You, them, and who else would be involved in this band?

[He thinks he may have heard of this before, but it's still good to ask all the same.]

Chara.

[Was there ever any doubt?]

Napstablook plays the theremin, I play the ukulele, and Chara screams. It's art.

Chara... screams?

[It's fitting but also slightly alarming.]

So you would be a scream-o ukulele band? With the... theremin?

[Unorthodox but you know what, music has no rules.]

Yes.

[That's a nod, yes. Unorthodox is practically a given when one-third of the band is a ghost, one-third is a dead child, and the last one-third is a child who's simply a little too well-acquainted with the concept of death and dying, period.

They make a good, thematically-consistent trio, if Frisk does say so themself.]

[Their yes is so... solid. Unyielding. A fact. A statement to their and the rest of their band's place in the universe.]

You three might turn some heads but you know what? You'll turn a lot more to liking your music in the end. Does that mean you or Chara would be your manager?

[He pointedly does not mention Napstablook because, while he loves his dear cousin, they are not at all equipped to deal with that sort of pressure. Then again, this is all in good fun so there isn't much to actually worry about.]

[Manager. Right. Bands have managers. Frisk chews on their lip for a moment before their head lists to one side, brow crinkling.]

....yes?

[Mettaton giggles a little at their clear uncertainty.]

Perfect! You three will be wonderful together.

[At this point he checks the time, smiles, and looks back to them.]

All right, well, I hate to cut this short, darling, but it'll be time for me to go back on stage soon!

[Right, yes. They're delaying him, and they shouldn't...

At least they kept him company. Gave him something to look forward to, maybe.]

Okay. I'll, um, see you after?

Of course, darling! I hope you enjoy the show!

[He's grinning widely, imagining their excited face during the rest of his performance.]

Don't be afraid to get right up into the front row now!

[Mettaton starts turning away, beginning to assemble whatever he needs next... even as he waits to uncover his mirror once more.]

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