As a pair of figures entered the auditorium, one's gasp of awe caught the other's attention.
"What is it, darling?" he asked, half-concerned,
"This theater...it's-"
"Simply breathtaking, isn't it?~ I've lived my whole life on the stage, and even I have never seen one so grandiose!" the
fabulous Mettaton interrupted, looking all dolled up for the occasion.
The lady he was speaking to took his outburst very professionally. Then again, everything from her attire to her demeanor was
screaming professional as it was.
"Ahem, right. Just make sure you don't forget why we're here, K? I don't wanna micromanage." she responded with a habitual adjustment of her specs.
"Tibbers wants a front seat! Tibbers wants a front seaaaaaat!" shouted the feisty little redhead, before being scooped up in Mettaton's extendable arms. She flailed around in resistance aptly.
"Yes, yes, you're here standing in for the Archmage, while me and Annie are here because of our wonderful acting!~" Mettaton responded, doing an excellent job of ignoring the searing hot flames Annie was trying to melt his arms away with.
The short one nodded.
"Good, you remembered. But, Annie hasn't gotten nominated for any awards. She's just here by the Archmage's request."
"Oh? Did he mention why?" he questioned curiously, Annie having given up her attempts to escape with a huff.
The short one nodded yet again.
"There was some controversy surrounding him during the last award show. It prevented her from attending. He hopes this'll make it up to her."
Mettaton shrugged in acknowledgment, before turning his attention to the little pyromaniac in his arms.
"So, Tibbers wants a spot to sit?~"
Annie bounced around cheerily at the question,
"Yeah! Take us to the front row, cap'n!"
With a chuckle, Mettaton carried the young champion down the rows of seats, with the last of the three following close behind, catching glimpses at the colourful characters littering the room.