The Call Of A Mute Heart

Chapter 49

Clasping the love tuner and snowflake pendant that were draped in a single strand around your neck in your hand, you paced the small strip of backstage where you waited for your cue. Nervous anxiety was coming off you in waves and you were surprised that none of the stagehands or other technicians nearby were being affected by it. How could they not feel the same thing you were feeling? How could they be so calm and go about their jobs as if this was another day?

Okay, Okay! Enough of that! You mentally slapped yourself since one of your hands held the pendants and the other held the violin that Mettaton had gotten you in Germany. Your steps slowed to a stop while you took a few deep breaths to steady your nerves. There was still time before you had to go out. Plenty of time to get out of this stage fright kind of mindset. Sure you practiced on stage several times but the room was empty. This was different. You needed to think about something else but... it was hard... because...

This was it.

Tonight was the night.

Everything you had been working towards for the past couple of months was about to come to fruition. Whether it would be good or bad was now completely on your shoulders.

Glancing around one of the curtains that had your person hidden backstage, screams and cheers filled the arena sized auditorium as music pooled in from the massive speakers placed around the room. Every spot in the mosh pit and seats were filled to make this concert a full house. It was body to body out there. A completely different atmosphere compared to practicing to an empty room. Your body shuddered in dread and you shook your head frantically. Stop! Now was not the time to have a freak out. You've been practicing for months just for this concert. This was your dream! This was what you had always wanted. You weren't going to be singing but you will be performing center stage as Mettaton's equal. Everyone cheering for you both as your songs filled the speakers! Yet, why do your legs feel like they are made of cement? This feeling didn't make sense!

"Bring out your SOUL and let me take a stand.

I want to see it dance about,

It will be beautiful! This I have no doubt.

I'm more than just some metal parts.

So don't tell me I'm wrong

Or I'll make you Reset to start,

By the end of this song!"

The concert was in full swing as Mettaton strutted into view with elegant practiced ease. His sultry voice spilling from the speakers making the audience go even more wild than they already were. Not Just A Robot. The song that was going to be played right before the debut of your winning song followed up by the song you wrote after your heart scare. The one where you both were supposed to come out and play. It would only be a few more seconds before this song would taper off and the large TV screens around the stage would come to life with the music video for Lost Little Songbird.

There was time but now there was even less...

Taking a few more deep breaths, you decided to think about everything that had led up to this moment. Maybe a reminder of all your hard work would boost your confidence and quell the anxiety that was making your heart jump in place.

The impromptu date to the Japanese festival, that got you your fish babies, was the last day you really had any time for yourself. The next couple of months were a whirlwind of activity and you weren't given much of a chance to do anything outside of work for a while. Everyday was dedicated to preparing for the upcoming performance. Dance practice became a daily thing, whether it was with Mettaton or BP. One of them was always with you and as the day of the concert loomed closer you practiced less in the little dance studio and more on the actual stage. It was exhilarating to finally be able to prance out on the stage as if you owned it. Even if it was just Mettaton, BP, and a few of the techies setting stuff up who witnessed it.