•Lost• (Palaye Royale X Fan)

•Chapter Thirty-One•

Panic.

That's all Morgan could feel. Her blood boiled, her forehead dripped, her eyes heated and stuffy, Her vision foggy. It wasn't a panicked sensation of adrenaline but of fear. Fear of the stage that she had become accustomed to standing in front off - yes, Morgan had been onstage before to take photos but she always had her camera in front of her face,granting her some place to hide, what the brother were asking was for the spotlight to shine on her, the coloured gels in the lights to flash around her the audiences eyes to rest on her, the duet with Remington Leith to be with... to be with her!

How would you be able to tell that you could say yes? After the given situation of the last few months Morgan felt she had no right to except the position of Kellin beside Remington. Her thoughts interacted and debated to eachother like a school club; arguments popping upr randomly and questions asked consistently, overthinking occured drastically. It was as if she was a computer with multiple tabs open: one was a document of english the other a powerpoint of Latin, music sheets in the next and minecraft open in the next, and you never know where the music was coming from. The music at this point acted as her anxiety. The creature latching onto the photographers rips as if forced into a bird cage, trying to rip it's way out. Her stomach churned as the monster rolled around inside her - she didnt realise she had been standing in front of her friends groaning under her breath for a few minutes now. Bu this time Emerson and Sebastian had retreated leaving Remington to help her regain full consciousness.

"I know it's a hard ine to ask and your reaction would be weird but I didn't think youd get this worked up" He joked wrapping his arm around Morgan in comfort. Her cheeks turned scarlet as she tried to kill the demon inside her belly quickly, distinguishing these feeling. "Yh...sorry 'bout that I'm...I'm trying to think," Morgan tried to say.
"Look Morgan its fone honestly- its completely up to you, I'm pretty sure the fans will love you and I know I love your voice I've heard you sing, I wouldn't ask if you werent good" although cheesy and sarcastically reassuring it was just the right words to finally rid Morgan of her stomach monster. Calming further she sat down at a nearby bench they walked to together. Finally back to herself she was able to make eye contact as Remington proposed his plan. "So what I think will work includes you moving across....coming on at....then we end with a...."
Morgan and Rmeington spoke for a solid hour going over the plans Rmeington had agreed to with his brother prior if the photographer agreed. It was just one song that Morgan would join on stage to sing, they decided to conclude the show with this. After running through it several times Morgan felt more comfortable and headed back tot he bus with the rockstar to prepare, get dressed and warm up with her idol.

Hours later and it wa show time, the manager had arisen normally now and consistently nagged at everyone for the past hour. Morgan got a trusted ataff member to use her camera and capture this moment in time. She stood solitary at the side of the stage waiting for Rmeington to get her as they had agreed. The cheering from the crowd made her palms sweat but she was determined not to let her new family down. I mean wouldn't you try not to make a fool of yourself before you even had the chance to perform?

The boys were dancing around singing there second to last song Mr Doctor Man. Sebastian walked like a crab, Remington climbed like a spider and Emerson cheered like a boy...they truly were a talented band. Everything and anything anybody could ask for. And finally as Mr Doctor Man came to a close Remington winked at Morgan to prepare her. Morgan had already been given a mic as well as an earpiece just incase. She was dressed in head to toe merch; Boom Boom Room black tee with blue ripped Jean's and a red belt that had studs courtesy of Andrew as well as her usual boots and one of Remingtons leather jackets lined with Red. He makeup done to match Remington as well as Emerson and addition glitter to match Sebastian. Her long hair was teased to look bigger and more 'rockstar-ie' as Remington and Andrew put it earlier as they hair sprayed their locks, hogging the bus mirrors: She looked stunning, a perfect match for Palaye Royale.

"Now we are gonna play one more for ya - This one is Ma Cherie!" He let the crowd roar and Debastian ask for flashlights up as Emerson left his drum kit behind to stand up front, "We also have a surprise for you we will be joined by a very special person of mine, a friend of ours and her name is Morgan!!" Remington cheered along with his fans as he ran to the side grabbed Morgan's palm and brought her onstage, the crowd roared louder and then Sebastian struck a chord and it was go time. "Here we go..." Morgan explained looking at Remington for reassurance and then they began and it was beautiful...

"Oh, when you walked away
I’ll always remember that day, oh
She couldn’t love me anymore
She just walked out the door
I just need her to stay, to stay, oh to stay nah no no..."

The lyrics were symbolic and sung by two Angel's that seemed to fit together in harmonies like jigsaw peices. They were destined to sing together, to talk together, to dream together, to be together...

"Ma Cherie
Oh, time won't be enough
To make you fall in love with me
The needle or me?
Well I loved you and you walked away from me
It’s the little, little things
That you do, baby
That make me so damn crazy
Wanna see
Wanna hold you in my arms
But you want nothin' to do with me..."

And then it was done. The five of them stood side by side and bowed. The boys blew kisses, shook hands and waved then retreated backstage. Morgan didnt interact the same but stood with Andrew and helped throughout out roses that Emerson provided. She soaked the cheers in like a sponge filling her with confidence. Morgan didnt want the night to end and so insisted she go and help Austin with the merch as the lines now exceeded in length given the night was drawing to a very near close.

"Austin - hear to help!" Morgan cried, climbing into his little corner of makeshift merch boxes and displayed tables. "Oh thank god - this line wasn't going too quickly, "
"That's alright - here to help. What you want me on boss?" She soluted jokingly which attracted a giggle from the American as he continued to help the fans with their ordered without pausing. Morgan was about to start grabbing the merchandise the fan ordered when the fan asked for something completely different. Dressed in completed merch and a pride flage wrapped around her waist like a jumper the 14-16 year old fan girl asked with every manner she knew: "Hi Morgan, Um...Could I please get a photograph with you?"
It took the photographer a few seconds to let the information being displayed soak in. This fan wanted a picture with Morgan! She couldn't believe it. In any day and age she would never have thought she'd be asked such a question. Suddenly, before she let the moment get too awkward she immediately accepted and hopped out the barrier or boxes. She posed with he fan kneeling to match her height and smiled at the camera. As Morgan smiled she thought of all the vents that let her to this moment. Although not all of them are pleasant, she was grateful no matter what to be were she is now. Smiling at a camera with a fan of hers. More people crowded near her asking for photos too - at this point Mirgan almost cried with tears of joy. She was happy, in her element and for all.ost the first time ever she felt brave, she felt unstoppable, she felt....