•Lost• (Palaye Royale X Fan)

•Chapter Ten•

Nothing could express how Morgan felt when the words left the brothers lips. Her appearance-as she took a moment to process-on the outside was stiff and calm but on the inside it was like the siren for world war three had sounded and every cell was racing in panic. You would never expect an opportunity like this to arise. Not in 10 years not in a billion. Morgan thought it was simply impossible right until the opportunity rose right in front of her eyes. Collecting herself her vision began to clear and the white stars started to fade. "So, you up for it?" Asked the manager as small drops of stress sweat leaked from his forehead, Morgan could tell that some people were counting in her so she made her decision but then wondered how they knew she was a photographer? "How did you know I took photos?" She explained bluntly. Remington began to run his kneck with his right palm. The same way a movie would play out when a character was hiding something. Morgan's gaze was then fixedon Remington until he pipped up."I may or may not have looked through your things. You know just to Benin the safe side with all that's gone on and stuff and a fan on the bus and all. We-" the remaining brothers glared at him "-I thought it was for the best. And so I found your camera and the photos were amazing so I had an idea" he smirked at the manager "you up for it?"he left the question hanging in the air as Morgan looked down with no emotion on her face.

Morgan loved the band especially Remington Leith. She idolized them but never let that show. So what can you do when your idol goes though your things, your personal things. Morgan had to think long and hard to answer the question and by long I mean 3 second before she exploded with excitement and a bug fat 'Yes!'. How can you refuse an opportunity of a life time. No matter the cost. The sweat that use to trickle down the managers forehead had stopped. Remingtons red face had vanished and the tension that you could slice with a knife had lifted. It felt free. It felt calmer. It felt like home.

Later on in the day around 4, the bus had parked behind the location of the Wales venue. You could see the smile on the band's faces as they saw their band name in lights above the door. Morgan helped carry equipment in alongside her camera and phone that she did not leave alone even on a tour bus. It seemed that what she was carrying was was a part of Emerson's drum which caused a minor anxiety attic, she was clumsy as stated by her still healing knee and she didnt want to break the drummers beloved instrument. With extreme caution, Morgan finally, after going through backstage twists and turns, arrived at the stage and placed Emerson's drum where he directed. "Thanks Megan," he replied. "Its Morgan, you're welcome" she didnt mind, he did.
"Oh I'm so very sorry Morgan. They're kinda the same. Let me make it up to you" he bowed and produced a rose. On of the many roses he decorated his drums with which usually gets thrown into the audience. "Thank you Emerson but their for your fans, how about making it up to me by posing for a shot?" Morgan hoped with every nerve that her relationship with the boys had grown enough that she could talk as such in that way like a friend.

It seemed it had when Emerosn replied in an almost perfect French accent "we we(oi oi) [yes yes]". Morgan spend 5 minutes positioning him in front of the already set up band name in lights and had him lean into it between the two words holding a rose up to his nose. She altered the aperture and ISO and used a fast shutter speed so the band name lights wouldn't blur. Eventually the shot was taken and it was fantastic. Emerson neglected his pose and jogged over to have a look. He gasped " oi madmoiselle, j'adore" [Yes ma'am, I love] "Thank you for that I'm gonna need it for my Instagram! I must set up now so will catch up for it later if that's okay Morgan" a rare and natural smile spread across Morgan face from ear to ear. She was filled with love where two of her passions were conjoined. It was amazeballs! "Wow. Guess going through your things was the worst thing after all," a familiar voice came echoed from the backstage door. "Come and grab a few shots of me..." Remington led Morgan through twists and turns right up the to steps leading to the door labelled as 'Palaye Royale's Dressing Room'.....