[Mettaton's eye widens at the mention of having jumped back into his mirror. Of course he'd find him actually recording one of his shows! And... of course he'd have thoroughly taken advantage of his station, guarding it. This hardly surprises him, considering he did the exact same thing.
He wonders which of his shows he saw. He leans, the whole of him. Not just his ears.]
You did?? Yes... Distinct is a word I might apply to myself. [He'd turn "trashy and bizarre" into compliments too, somehow.] I can only hope that, if anyone else got to my mirror before we did... that they, too, were treated to my overwhelming stage presence.
[The chances of him seeing the ones with Frisk in them feel slim, since that happened all in like... a period of a few hours, at most. Those ones tested his patience a little, even if he found it in himself to have fun with them. (Not to say any of his regular programming is less bizarre. Or trashy.)]
Here... I want to finally focus on performance, rather than tapping into my talents as an anchor or a host. Not to say I won't do either of these... But they're a bit TV-specialized, ha-ha.
[He raises a finger, ears finally resuming a more pleasant, tall posture in his recollection. He gestures as he speaks, animated and lively merely at the recollection of doing something he fancied as exciting and worth his time. One of the first, and last, times he's gotten to perform with so many people... It was truly his element, he feels, and his energy for it is effusive.]
A few months back, Amadeus - a friend of mine, and a composer - held an opera under Parliament's nose, in the Grand Melodia Theater... and it went over splendidly. I'd like to do more of that. His was an obvious commentary upon the nature of Monster and Human, especially after what we'd seen in Dorchacht. The protagonist was an outsider, intended to represent a Monster. He was treated to the horror of what his kind endured in this city of "Canaries" and "Hawks," blind to the dangers that awaited him simply for being. To stay out of harm's way, the heroine had to teach him how to act... But she soon realized how oppressive her people's restrictions were against his kind.
Anyway. That's what I want to do! Naturally, I bring my own flair to the ordeal... But Amadeus likes that in me.
[is it possible for mettaton's act to go over well?? maybe... if his role is dictated by somebody who knows what they're DOING...]
no subject
He wonders which of his shows he saw. He leans, the whole of him. Not just his ears.]
You did?? Yes... Distinct is a word I might apply to myself. [He'd turn "trashy and bizarre" into compliments too, somehow.] I can only hope that, if anyone else got to my mirror before we did... that they, too, were treated to my overwhelming stage presence.
[The chances of him seeing the ones with Frisk in them feel slim, since that happened all in like... a period of a few hours, at most. Those ones tested his patience a little, even if he found it in himself to have fun with them. (Not to say any of his regular programming is less bizarre. Or trashy.)]
Here... I want to finally focus on performance, rather than tapping into my talents as an anchor or a host. Not to say I won't do either of these... But they're a bit TV-specialized, ha-ha.
[He raises a finger, ears finally resuming a more pleasant, tall posture in his recollection. He gestures as he speaks, animated and lively merely at the recollection of doing something he fancied as exciting and worth his time. One of the first, and last, times he's gotten to perform with so many people... It was truly his element, he feels, and his energy for it is effusive.]
A few months back, Amadeus - a friend of mine, and a composer - held an opera under Parliament's nose, in the Grand Melodia Theater... and it went over splendidly. I'd like to do more of that. His was an obvious commentary upon the nature of Monster and Human, especially after what we'd seen in Dorchacht. The protagonist was an outsider, intended to represent a Monster. He was treated to the horror of what his kind endured in this city of "Canaries" and "Hawks," blind to the dangers that awaited him simply for being. To stay out of harm's way, the heroine had to teach him how to act... But she soon realized how oppressive her people's restrictions were against his kind.
Anyway. That's what I want to do! Naturally, I bring my own flair to the ordeal... But Amadeus likes that in me.
[is it possible for mettaton's act to go over well?? maybe... if his role is dictated by somebody who knows what they're DOING...]