On stage, you were hell itself. On stage, everyone knew a side of you that you never showed. Motley crue drink offs, rivalry stunts, pyrotechnics, sensuality and more. But you never did act like that around anyone. Remington noticed this, so much. You were kind, overly polite to some and relaxed. A chill stoner who preferred staying inside, getting high and listening to music. I mean, he also noticed how shy you were around him ever since your manager introduced you two. He didn't recognize you from his concert a few years back, and that you were a fan of his band. You never told him, either. Maybe it was the height difference, maybe it was insecurity, maybe it was just because you had a massive fucking crush around him. Somehow he saw you as effortlessly cool and a genuinely chill person. That was until he saw you perform for the first time. He had never seem someone's back bend that far, dance moves like that, or screams that brutal, coming from someone like you. You walked off stage, out of breath and makeup smeared.

Remington walked out of the side wing, eyes wide and a grin on his face. "Holy shit! That was incredible, dude. You fuckin' lost it out there."