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Wow, everybody was just amazing! Lute gaped at his companions as he hurried over to the spacious stage. His eyes trailed from one guilder to the next, and the virtuoso was both relieved and inspired by the sudden determination he saw in them. That being said, it was time to go back to work! Everyone was already kicking Dream Eater butt and it wouldn’t do to have him lazing around; while Selan invigorated the Pride with her song, Lute focused on dishing some chaos since the songstress didn’t seem to need his amplifying abilities. The enraged monster was treated to a variety of distractions that ranged from generic to childish; it would hear Moira yelling from behind and would turn there, only to be hit on the side by Lisette’s arrows etcetera, and one time a horse neighed from on top of its head. However the tides seemed to turn once again and spikes shot out everywhere, including in front of the sound stage. “Hey, this is unfair!” Lute howled and slammed his fists down on a nearby desk. The hell!? They were already winning! Slimy old cheat! “[b]You suck[/b], Dr. Dream! You suck [b]big-time[/b]!” If Delilah was around she would probably hit her face and say something along the lines of [i]“Oooh, what a burn”[/i], but sadly Lute’s personal sarcasm machine was asleep and nothing could stop him from dispensing the sickest burns [i]ever[/i].

Well, probably nothing except Estelle’s stellar swordsmanship and that bigass robot with the pompadour. Also the Dream Eater in a frilly pink dress, which was the stuff of nightmares but was hilarious under the current circumstances.

“Woooooow,” Lute breathed out, his pupils dilating at the awe-inspiring sight. He looked like he just saw the love of his life… or something. “Wooooow. T-that’s really…. [i]Woooow[/i],” The virtuoso repeated as he slid forward on the desk, propped up on his elbows as he stared at the freaking awesomesauce Mech. “That’s so coooool,” He sighed out again before a bright flame of determination lit up Lute’s face. If they can do it, so can he! Well, not to [i]that[/i] extent, but he can help, right? He got up from his fanboy position and strode out of the stage.

And so Lute closed his eyes and summoned every bit of concentration he had. He thought of all the passion and life he had seen the Pride exhibit, how those emotions inspired him to fight for something beyond his means with the help of others, and… [i]Self-confidence was key to a happy, Dream Eater-less future![/i] He opened one eye and waited for something, anything, along the lines of [i]super badass[/i] weapon/armor, but nothing came. You could almost hear the crickets chirping. “Okay, [i]maybe[/i] being awesome is not my destiny,” Lute sighed and turned on his heel to return to the sound stage but was distracted by the darkness occupying a pretty large area directly overhead.

Also a strange [i]“whooooom”[/i] sound like something big was falli- [i]Ohhh snap.[/i] Lute glanced up in alarm the exact second a gigantic blobfish was thrown down by the heavens above, and the virtuoso let out a pathetic yelp before completely disappearing under the flabby pink folds.