She was going to start leaving instructions that paper bags should be left in her dressing rooms wherever she went.
The knot of anxiety felt heavy in her chest, and she willed herself to breathe normally. This was no different then going onstage for a show! There was a stage, and an audience, and everything she was used too! The only difference was instead of singing she had to talk. About herself. In front of millions.
The knot tightened and she wheezed a little, right as her name was called. She jumped, and turned in time to see the host of the show come in. She still wasn’t used to his height, or the obvious metal plating.
She sat up a little straighter and prayed she didn’t look like she was on the verge of a panic attack. He had been so nice to her, and the last thing she wanted was to worry him!
“I’m alright, it’s just the usual pre-show jitters. But thank you for checking up on me, Mettaton.”
He made her feel welcome on his show, kind of like she was part of a family instead of just a guest for one night. It was nice. Until she remembered there was a high chance she could say something stupid on live TV.
“Oh, but of course! Can’t have you getting cold feet before the
show, can I?”
There’s a hint of a tease to it, but the comment is said with good intentions.
Mettaton certainly wasn’t so big that he never experienced butterflies in his
chassis either, after all. He was too big to ever admit that he had, but the
principle stood.
“It’s really not that bad, darling--we get on stage, make some small talk, and
after a regulated union break, we have our musical number, and boom jams! A
perfect show. And yours truly will be by your side the whole time, so you CLEARLY
have nothing to worry about.”
Mettaton had been articulating his points with fluid waves of his hand, but all at
once, he stopped: an idea had come to his mind, his hand snapped shut, and his
expression turned curious as he looked at Lorna. There was a hint of a smile just
barely tugging at his lips, but it was kept down quite well. If nothing else, his acting
prowess definitely wasn’t an exaggeration. Humility, maybe. But not his acting.
“Unless... do you think a little dress rehearsal might help your nerves? We
definitely have time; and sure, things like this are better done improvised, but as I
said, it won’t sit right with me to leave you hanging.”
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