Listen To The Music | Dancetale!Sans x Reader

27 | Competition Auditions

After barely making it in the nick of time and managing to get most of your stretching done, you and the rest of the competitors sat down backstage to wait for when they would be called up to audition. Frisk was somewhere in the audience that you could hear quite clearly through the thick velvet curtains, the roar of chatter echoing through the building making you think that every single seat in the building had been filled up.

You focused back into reality when a stage director walked in and started shouting out what would happen in the next few minutes. Each pair of dancers -- there were 120 in total -- would be given a number. When that number was called, they would walk through the curtains and onto the stage where the music would start after a few seconds and they would begin.

You and Sans had been practicing each performance choreography all week and would probably be able to do it effortlessly in your sleep. That didn't stop the nerves though. You were sweating, the number you and Sans had been given the number seven. You watched anxiously as the first group walked up into the stage, the deafening roar of the crowd starting up and the announcer's voice introducing the two dancers.

You listened to the music from behind the curtains as the pair danced out of your sight, the slow song calming your nerves somewhat. You looked over at Sans bedside you and saw him sweating too. Wait, how is that -- you know what, you really shouldn't question logic anymore. It was broken a long time ago.

You looked over at Undyne and Alphys who had the number eleven then at Papyrus and Mettaton who had the number fifteen. Those lucky ducks.

The song ended a few minutes later and the two dancers walked through the curtains just as the second pair walked up onto the stage.

Five minutes later, the next group.

Then the next. . . .

And the next. . . .

And the next. . . .

Then finally. . . .

"Y/N L/N and Comic Sans!" ((Yes I'm using that as his full name. Fite me.)) With shaking knees and sweaty palms, you stood up and walked alongside Sans as you both pushed the curtains to the side and walked onto the stage.

Bright spotlights shone down on your bodies preventing you from seeing the audience before you. The crowd's cheering was earsplitting and the only thing you could see of the audience was several hundred masses of dark silhouettes.

You felt Sans' hand take yours and give you a reassuring squeeze, his presence giving you a boost of confidence. You could do this! Dancing was your passion, your happiness, and no audition was going to stop you from dancing your heart out. Filled with confidence and determination, you gave the signal for the music to start and positioned yourself a few feet away from Sans just as the music started to play.

Your mind went blank as your body was taken over by the music. You smiled and moved towards Sans, slightly swinging your hips. You both started dancing to the beat and pace, lifting your legs here and swinging your arms there. You both danced to the rhythm, the song you had both chosen being really fun to dance to.