•Lost• (Palaye Royale X Fan)

•Chapter Twenty one•

"Group photooooooo!!!" Remington announces pulling Morgan onto the stage. This particular London crowd give of some 'woohoo's at the female on stage, the rest of the boys giggle in reply and get posing having their backs to the audience, their faces to the photographer. The shot was taken, the crowd roared, the men and lady on stage exit to backstage full of weaty energy.

This time, Morgan joined in to some extent. Instead of confining herself to a spot on Emersons drum kit, she sat on a worn sofa wedge between Remington and Emerson as they all cheered and talk over the show that just ended. After a few more cheers Sebastian brings today's drinks out this time with extra for Morgan to be included. She notices the pile of liquor on tray and decides to not get caught up and drunk. She was in her early twenties, but she never really had drunk or drinking experiences. She confined herself to school then college the uni then camp. As camp failed, so did she in normal youngster behaviour and so worried about what events would follow when the glass bottles would stick to her lips like glue and intoxicate her until blackout. So she declined.

Getting up and thanking them for the awesome shots she decided to use the hygiene excuse and quickly departed the disappointed group to shower in the bus before they returned. She left before they...Remington could insist she stay. Remington definitely thought she was playing hard to get. By this point he was really undecided regards their relationship but was up for a challenge and was willing to give it a try.

After 10 minutes had passed since the female left backstage, Remington had had a few drinks and decided Morgan should join in on the fun instead of circum to her anxieties. So he headed towards her location on the bus.
Arriving at his home on wheels, he could hear a tune being sung. A familiar tune. The voice had never been heard. It also had never been used before. The tune was so familiar that Remington immediately identified it as his song Ma Cherie. He raced to the source of the elegant tune and found a locked bathroom. The shower hadn't been turned on yet. Knowing it was Morgan, Rmeington stopped her for proceeding her cleaning routine. She opened the door still as she was before but noe silent as she was aware of the rock stars presence. "Morgan you..but..you said you couldn't..you..oh my god" Rmeington was actually lost for words. Morgan blushed after guessing what he was on about and like a normal human being, she disagreed with his compliments, denied the truth and refused the claim that she could sing. "But you can sing! I just heard you. You're amazing you're beautiful," Remington let it slip but fortunately or unfortunately - you decide - Morgan didn't hear  the end of the sentence as she was persistent in denial. "I can't sing Remington I dont know what you heard. I was actually playing the song aloud" she lied, "look I've got to shower I'll see you after?" As she started to turn back inside the tiny bathroom Remington stopped her by grabbing her arm. He let go quickly when she stopped and turned, her face full of surprise. "Sorry, just I know you dont feel comfortable after only a few days out with us but we have told you you are family....join us! Please. Join us for the afterparty. London was amazing as usual, one of our favourite people. We are thinking of doing pop up shops st the biggest locations..." Remington started to waffle on eith stories and begs eventuslly making Morgan give in. How could she refuse? Its Remington Leith for Gods sake! "Fine fine fine...fine" she smirked, "I'll join you"
"Good..." Remington allowed her to depart with her camera on the shelf and the connected their palms as they raced back to the now empty venue to begin (for Morgan) and resume (for Remington) the famous reoccurring after party...