Pitch might be jostled a bit, in fact, as more and more monsters gather to watch their stars with glittering masses of eyes.

Diamonds, diamonds, diamonds aren't so rare. Neither's gold. Frisk's gold, skin and hair under the spotlight, and they feel radiant even if not everybody's looking at them.

The song ends, the crowd screams and claps, Frisk laughs and laughs and laughs and takes a bow along with Mettaton. "Thanks! Thank you!"