You enter backstage, looking for your manager to give the recordings to. Out of the corner of your eye you spot him, 104. 104 stands there, about 19 feet away from you, talking to an unidentifiable person. His metal skin gleams and shines in the light. His green gem reflects off the walls. You blush at the sight of him.
Suddenly, "HEY Y/N" a voice behind you screams. It was your manager. "Where are the recordings?"
"Oh!" You gasp, "they are right..." You search your pockets. The recording tape was still in the lobby. You chuckle, "give me a second!"
You rush your little hiney into the lobby. But the recording tape wasn't there!!
