(I completely finished planning my Flowerfell Fanfiction. I cried planning it. I want to start it after I Finnish this.)

(Check out what I am wearing right now 😂

I tie dyed it myself.)

Same day-

     Anna and Carson introduced me to the whole crew, and each of their dance styles. Apparently, dancing was the backbone of society in the Underground.

Undyne, who dances a combination between Anime, punk, and hip hop. Mostly influenced by punk.

Alphys, who also dances hip hop, majorly influenced by anime, K-pop, and J-pop.

Toriel and Asgore dance ballroom style, which in hind sight makes sense.

Frisk dances ballet, and is influenced largely by Asgore and Toriel's style.

Mettaton, who dances contemporary Jazz. He apparently is a T.V star, and primarily dances to his own songs.

Papyrus, who is related to Sans, dances Latin. He is really good, too. He carries a rose around.

Napstablook, who does the swing. It is calming to watch.

Sans says he can dance, but no one really is sure of his style. Apparently he only dances in front of his brother, who won't tell for Sans's sake. I can guess it is something like hip hop, based on his clothing.

His mysterious persona is a lure for me. I can't help but cast my eyes in his direction. Usually he catches me, causing my face to heat up, and his to turn... Blue? Huh, That's odd. I wonder what that is.

I decided to sit at the bar. I am not going to drink, but I sure as Hell am not going to dance. I'll make a fool of myself.

Then I spot a real sight. I am almost tempted to intervene, but I decide not to.

Carson and Kat are dancing. They are swaying gently on the dance floor, faces like tomatoes. They seem happy, though. OTP is cannon!

"heya. how's it goin'?" A deep voice says.

"Hey Sans. And, I'm fine."

"want some food?"

"Sure, why not? What do you recommend?"

"The burgers here are really gouda. and  'sides, i'm sure grillbz would love to meat you!" Sans says, cracking several puns.

"Sans, those were cheesy and you know it! Plus, meat isn't exactly bun-tiful at home, so sure!"

It takes a second, but then me and Sans are both rolling in our laughter. His has a low chuckle, music to my ears.

"hey grillbz! one burg and some ketchup please!"

There is a flicker of orange in the kitchen, and soon our food is on the way.

"Sans, do you want anything?" I ask.

"oh, my food is coming too. just wait."

"Oh, ok then."

Someone exits the kitchen. The man is made entirely of fire, and it is a wonder he doesn't burn anything.

His uniform looks like it was meant for a Spanish salsa, but with a black overcoat as a bartender's uniform.

He seems to almost blow over to us, and sets down my burger. He sets the ketchup down next to Sans, and leaves, presumably back to the kitchen.

"want some ketchup?" Sans asks.

I look down at my burger, and then nod. Sans hands it to me, and I happily pop the top. I tip it over my burger.

Before I can even squeeze it, the cap comes off. (You knew it was coming 😂) I squeal, for the second time today. Ketchup streams out of the bottle, completely bathing my burger.

"AGAIN! AGAIN!!!"

"oh, whoops. eh, more for me!" Sans says, before swiping some ketchup onto his finger.

"oh, by the way. april fools!"

I grumble to myself, before letting out my laughs.

We sit like that for a while, until an intercom interrupts the music.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I am happy to announce the beginning of our preformance night! Acts are to meet in the back in 10 minutes to plan!"

The intercom cuts back out, and I avoid rushing into my excuse.

"oh, by the way. can you dance?" Sans asks curiously.

"No. I don't really have any stage talents."

"surely you have something."

"Well, I can put people to sleep if they watch me crochet for an hour. Not exactly stage worthy!" I reply, giggling. Sans's face turns blue again. I still don't know what it is. Is he sick?

Then I remember my main objective.

"Hey Sans? I'll be right back, I need to call my Aunt. Okay?"

"okie dokie. see ya."

I make my swift exit, heading for the doors. Then I loop around, and make my way to the stage. I slip into the act meeting area, where Grillby stands, writing down names. I pull him by his sleeve.

"Hey, u-uh, Grillby? I have some uh... Complications."

Grillby awaits my explanation patiently.

"I-I uh... Have stage fright. So can I like, s-stand behind the curtain? And... Not tell anyone?"

Grillby gives me a sad look, but I don't know how I can tell. Reluctantly he nods, and then refrences to his paper. He wants to know how to announce me.

"O-Oh! Uh... Announce m-me as..."

I think for a second. All these names I have are going to get confusing. But I have to do this, before I lose the courage and back out.

Courage.

That's it!

"Announce me as courage!" I say with, well, courage.

And with that, I am placed as the second act. Act one goes up in the next minute, and prepares their act.

Surprisingly, I see Anna up there. She has a large and intricate hip-hop routine, and pulls it off perfectly. Every move, down pat. She must have been dancing like, her whole life.

"Next up, we have a performer going by the title, Courage!"

The curtains close, and a light shines outward, casting my shadow over the curtain. To people on the outside, I will simply be the silhouette of a girl and a guitar.

I tap the mic, and reluctantly start my song.

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The lyrics flow smoothly from my lips, the guitar strings compliant under my fingers.

The cords come out perfectly, and my voice never falters. I speed the pace up a little from the original, but it works perfectly with the guitar.

I can't see the audiance. I hope it is going well. No one is making any noise.

Sometimes it helps my nerves to find some personal connection with a song. I frantically search my mind.

I've never really had an actual boyfriend before. My love life is almost completely non-existent.

I keep singing, trying to distract myself from the crowd, using other methods.

My pitch falls a little above the next note. I quickly fix it.

The song ends, and I manage to not mess up again. I pull my fingers away from the guitar, and take a bow. I make sure to turn sideways, so that people can actually tell I am bowing.

All is silent. Did I mess up?

Then the entire bar erupts in wild aplause. I beam, as this is something that only happens in my dreams.

People whistle, and shout compliments. I tear up a little, but quickly wipe them away. This is a happy moment.

Then I run off stage, and return the guitar. I hide through the next two songs, to make my cover more realistic.

And I return to the dance.

Wow! That was fast! More Sanspai, I Can't Help Falling in Love With You, and a touch of April Fools Antics.

Thank you all!

And remember! Reality is an illusion, the universe is a hologram, buy gold, BYE!