The Death or Glory tour brought you to Spokane. It was an intense and intimate show, a small venue. You had been a fan for a long time, since the release of The Bastards five years ago. You had ended up in the fourth row, sporting a white tank top and a harness and going absolutely psychotic in the mosh pit. Remington ended up grabbing your hand during the moshpit and held on for a couple of seconds, his eyes meeting yours. It was a cool experience, to say the least. You got back to your hotel exhausted and unable to truly meet them. Your friend met him, however, and for some reason you had a text on your phone as you sunk into the bathtub.

You looked great at the show tonight. X