Holding his hand tightly, he practically dragged you through a crowd a screaming hormone raging adolescents. You could hear them. "Who are they!?" " OMFG I CAN NOT LIKE BELEIVE THAT I AM ACTUALLY MEETING THE METTATON!!" Oh. And you can't forget the, "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA" that was one to remember.

"Come on darling keep up! Losing you in this crowd would catastrophic!" he said holding your hand tighter. You could feel yourself start to tighten up. Breathing became difficult and it was too loud for Mettaton to hear you with the soft tiny voice you have. Suddenly you hear a woosh sound and the room spins into an evil purple lit sea of angry teens.

"Skank!"
"Wanker!"
"Fake!"
"Cunt!"
"Whore!"
"Hang yourself bitch!"
"He doesn't love you slut!"

Tears slowly begin to flow down your face. You feel your hand let go of Mettatons, overwhelmed by this herd of raging monsters. You can't help but believe the words that are being thrown at you.
"Wench!" "Look at that bitch acting like she owns the place."
They begin to laugh at you. The laughter grows louder and louder and louder and

"(Y/N)!! Are you okay!? You let go of my hand and I lost you I got so scared! Omg! You're crying! What happened!? Come here precious!"
Mettaton quickly pulled you close and pressed your head against his chest. You looked around. The teens were whispering amongst themselves. The screaming hadn't ceased either. The crowd seemed confused.
"Omg. Are they crying!? That's hilarious!!"
The next thing you know people started bringing out they're camera phones and snapping pictures of one your most embarrassing moments.
Suddenly you were being pulled through the crowd at an alarming speed. Everyone became blurs of purple and pink.
Next thing you knew you were being pulled through the backstage area. Everyone you had encounter today was eating snacks. You watched Sans be attacked by a ball of white fluff. Then you were pulled into a side room.
The room was decorated in posters of Mettaton from his different shows, make up was sprawled all over the place, several pairs of different shade, pink, knee high boots were lined up against a pink and black couch. The floor was decorated with old red and goldish rugs that you would typically find at a grandparents house. The room smelled like glitter and hairspray. You finally catch Mettaton staring at you with wide eyes and a finger in his mouth and a smile on his face.
He shakes his head and looks away embarrassed after he realized you had caught him staring at you. He speaks slowly.
"Well, I suppose it's time for me to go on stage now. Afterwards I suppose we could have dinner and talk about why you were crying in the middle of the audience if you would like. Well, I best be off now. Toodaloo!" Mettaton struts out of the room.
You know he has made it on stage when you hear the roar of excited fan girls and fanboys.
You start to think to yourself about how different Mettaton life is than yours. He's a famous star and you're a shy nobody. Tears flow down your face again but this time there is no one to comfort you.

Knowing that your life is too different than Mettaton s to be with him, breaks your determination.