•Lost• (Palaye Royale X Fan)

•Chapter Twelve•

Sweaty. Watery. Clammy. Those were the adjective that ran through Morgans mind as she held her fingers tightly entwined with Remingtons. Little did she know those word also ran through Remingtons mind. But neither of them wanted to suffer the awkward giggles that would follow as they broke free so they stayed locked together st the palm.

Eventually, after what had seemed like a lifetime of twisting and turning, The pair arrived in front of a locked door. A simple door, no flashy lights or signs, no aggressive metal boarders just a simple wooden door - about the wooden entrance just above Remingtons shoulder height was a taped piece of paper which read the word 'Manager'. After stepping onto her tiptoes to read Morgan began to shake like a leaf. If she wasn't intimidated by the exterior appearance of the Managers office she definitely was now after reading the warning note underneath; "No personnel to enter when door is closed". Taking a few steps back Morgan found herself once again falling backwards - gravity wasn't her thing- she had tripped over thin air! But not more than a few milli-seconds Remingtons muscular arm wrapped around her torso preventing her fall and breaking all movement. The photographers face shone bright scarlet once again as Remington stood their smiling holding her up. Who know what thoughts ran through their brains, it was definitely good ones as evident by their grins that spread from ear to ear.

The moment was cut short as the innocent wooden door swung open and slammed into a broken speaker that stood as tall as Remington, breaking it further. Both Morgan and Remington creased their faces by the noise keeping them in the odd position allowing the man in the doorway to study the pair for a few more seconds. As soon as Remington was aware of the man's stare he positioned Morgan back on her feet and stood straight next her like a soldier reporting for duty. The manager took the appearance of the Rockstar and used humoir to break the tension in the atmosphere, "Stand down soldier. No need for formal normalities when a lady such as yourself..." He gestured to Morgan, "..is present" Remington chuckled and calmed his shoulders finally wiping his right palm on his red tracksuit bottoms. "What's the news boss?" Remington questioned.
"Nothing for you my spiky haired friend at this moment it's just a meeting concerned with Morgan and I," Remington stiffened slightly at the lack of information but immediately relaxed himself, Mirgan however remained stiffened and the  once again use of her name, it was a delightful reminder what position she was in and who was standing next to her but the more she thought the more the words that remained on the notepad written by Luis haunted and clouded her judgement. Before she spun further out of control the manager piped up again clearing his throat, "Now Morgan, you ready?" The man stepped to the side allowing a full view of his office but Morgan couldn't find her voice and so stared at the ground.

Luckily Remington was all too familiar now with the anxious cluts of a photographer and gave her a reassuring nudge towards the door this allowed Morgan to put one foot in front of the other and head towards the entrance. "I'll come get you when done" Remington explained
"Actually I'll walk her to the bus to grab something after then I'll message you to meet us their, show time is reducing quickly-go warm up your voice a bit" the manager giggled and Remington smiled in a reply and headed away. The absence of the tall rockstar startled Morgan and made her feel once again anxious by the current situation but headed inside nonetheless.

The office was a simple room, four walls a couch against one and the desk in centre. Simple but clearly used by multiple bands managers day in day out. The manager closed the door behind them and quickly went round to the superiors seat and gestured for Morgan to take the couch.
"So, welcome to the team that is Palaye Royale" He began
"Thank you for having me" she greatly replied mannerly
"Oh please we wouldnt have a photographer without you" a giggle came from both of the pair - dark humour when remembering Luis. "Right well I just wanted to fully know you seen as we will be spending some time working together so I understand you got left behind?" That sentence sent a frozen chill down Morgans spine as she recalled her fear coming true when the bus left she crooked in reply, "yes that's correct"
"And you were the last person with Luis before something happened" she nodded. "So eventually the police will catch up with the tour to get a full statement from you after they examine the notebook and debunk your prints from it. the toilets, you were in the Male toilets?" He raised an eyebrow after reading the note paper from earlier "....I..." She stuttered " I needed to go" she shrugged using fake confidence "good on you" he genuinely sounded like a proud father after that remark but soon after the meeting ended shortly. The pair went over regulations and privacy agreements to do with the band as well as another agreement that staff and employers dont share personal information regards the boys "I know you don't necessarily fit the category of staff" he explained " but as you're also a fan we just need to be sure you're aware of what happens and what can happen Exeter and so on, they're a growing band ya know" he smiled , so did she. " okay, you've signed these and stuff and I've showed you how to give me access to the photographs. Here is the code to doors at the locations for the next week"he produced a white card with a bunch of numbered and combinations written in red sharpie " and here is edition camera parts if you require them" he produced a black bag that was cute and had separate compartments for certain camera additions. Morgan looked over the bag with eyes full of wonder she loved all things photography she was a photographer after all! "And finally here is your all access pass- Dont lose it!"  By the stern expression in his face and monotone in his voice you could tell you didnt want to ever lose the pass. " Right that's all, walk with me to the bus so I can show you how and where you will be staying I had just cleaned out the extra bunk that Sebastain vacated with all his suits" he laughed as he stood and opened the door for Morgan.

Back outside at the tour bus staff were at work with closing all the extra compartments that had previously held the band equipment. Two men were left carrying a large rolled up thingy that was quickly identified by Morgan as Emersons artwork by the greyscaled cities and streets. "What's that for" Morgan questioned
"Emerson art for the Bastards"
"The Bastards?" The manager simply tapped his nose in secrecy. "Right the door sometimes gets stuck and always needs one person behind the wheel to open the door so dont get stuck inside alone cause yeah not good" Morgan made many mental notes on his lengthy lecture of how the bus worked from the shower to the microwave eventually they found Morgans designated bunk at the back of the bus isolated from the main crew. Out of three tiers, Morgans bunk belonged too tier so required a bit of a climb especially for her height to reach. She moved her bag from Rmeingtons bed to hers and straightened the sheets and drew the curtain and returned to the managers side keeping the bag of equipment and camera with her at all times as well as the newly attached all access pass tied to the bag strap. "Right I've messaged Remington he should be here soon" not even a second later the rockstar stood tall at the entrance on the ground floor, it was clear he had gone off to applied his makeup and additional accessories "speak of the devil" the manager smirked and threw the bus keys to Remington. "Two hours till show time, be caref5ull of the growing line of fans, go eat!" And with that he left leaving Morgan and Remington alone once again. "Where to?" Morgan asked with a smile.
"No where" he smirked. Morgans face questioned him "as it's your first day I thought you'd prefer to stay close to location so I brought food here - I didnt know what you liked so I bought a range from McDonalds, is that okay?" Remington read Morgans mind, although she was in a once in a lifetime chance and her dreams were coming true, she was simply a fan the night prior so she liked the idea of getting accustomed to the bus and the rockstar. And with that the pair sat at the table once again and dived straight into the greasy bag of glorious food...