The Call Of A Mute Heart

Chapter 36

Several mirrors lined the walls of the room. Each of them holding a reverse image of yourself. You even counted the floor as a mirror because it was so shiny that you could see your reflection in it. A violin case was propped up against the bench next to your legs. It wasn't yours and you weren't sure why it was here. Currently, you sat on a bench that was near the back wall wearing clothes that you could 'work up a sweat in' as Mettaton had stated in his text that you had received this morning. Said robot was now standing before you with a proud smile on his face. There was a pink sweatband on each of his wrists with an even bigger one on his head. An elegant MTT embroidered onto it.

You were pretty sure that he couldn't actually sweat but you weren't about to rain on his parade. "So...." You began to sign while eyeing Mettaton's bright smile warily. "What are we up to today?"

"Today..." He bowed low towards you, "we DANCE!" Mettaton's bowed body shot up with his hand reaching towards the ceiling. You raised an eyebrow at his over dramatic antics and waited for him to continue. "It has taken me a while but I have finally figured out the choreography for the song that we are to perform together on stage."

"I'm dancing?!" Your eyes went wide and the robot nodded his head in a serious manner.

"Of course, darling~" Mettaton reached down and patted you reassuringly on the head. "I know that you will be playing the violin. I made your movements a lot simpler so you won't trip yourself up or have to think so much about them. That way they won't be a distraction."

The pit of dread that had started to form dissipated a little bit. Playing the violin was something you could easily do sitting or standing. You weren't the worst dancer in the world either but, at the same time, you weren't the best. Other than swaying your hips to the beat, you never really danced WHILE playing the violin. Dancing professionally was hard on its own, not including keeping in time with a musical instrument. You weren't Lindsey Stirling. "Are you sure...?" You were still very skeptical if you could pull it off before the concert that was still a few months away.

Once again, the robot nodded. "Absolutely, beautiful! I know you can do it. Though if something is too hard, we can always change it up. Nothing is set in stone after all. Now today, I was hoping to go through the first block of moves with you." He gestured to the large chart that was on the wall behind you. It was split off in a square grid. Each box had a number in it, corresponding to the day of the week and month. It had your practice times with Mettaton all the way up to the day of the concert. Everything perfectly planned out.

You move to stand up but Mettaton gently pushed your shoulder so that you were sitting back on the bench. "I'm supposed to dance with you...?" you looked up at him confused at his actions.

"I can't have you attempting the moves without seeing them demonstrated first. Oh Kobi~" the robot called out in a much too sweet, singsong, voice.

The door to the dance studio was slammed open with BP standing in the doorway in a tank top and sweatpants. "I'm amazed that you actually remembered my real first name." The orange cat monster glowered at the robot.

"I know all of my employees' names, Darling." Mettaton stated with a nonchalant shrug. You, on the other hand, did not.

"Kobi." You signed to the orange monster whose glower lightened up a bit as he noticed your presence in the room. "Your first name is Kobi?"

"Yes." The cat monster just looked at you with a slightly amused look.

"That is a hell of a lot better than Burgerpants! Why did you tell me your name was Burgerpants?" you were standing up as you signed while the brief moment of shock settled down.