Hi. I feel like I need to say this. Please please please do not bully Palaye Royale because of them promoting their album. I understand that, with everything going on, it seems like the album is not important, but it is! They worked so so fucking hard for so so fucking long and I have seen some really nasty comments on their Tweets recently, and it makes me feel so bad for them. They had no idea that this would happen when they set the release date, and they have every right to be promoting it and talking about it, because it's their whole career. No one has any right to 'cancel' them for talking about the album, and about the Anxiety mv they're gonna realease. It's totally unfair. They've spoken about BLM multiple times, and went to the protests, and still, people think it's okay to bully them for talking about The Bastards. It's not okay!! It is not their fault that this happened so close to the album being released!! The only way for them to promote the album right now, without being able to tour, is through social media. IT IS NOT THEIR FAULT!!!!
Please, if you have a problem with what I've just said, don't start an argument in the comments. Message me and we'll have a civilized conversation. I refuse to argue about this. I fully support BLM and I am heartbroken at what is going on in the world right now.  BLACK LIVES MATTER!!!!

That being said-

No trigger warning you're welcome :)

"I literally have no clothes that I can wear on stage," Remington stresses, searching through his bag. "And I forgot my stupid suspenders so everything is gonna fall down." He dramatically throws a pair of trousers on the floor, and sighs heavily.

Sitting in the bunk, Andy pulls Remington back with his shoulders, so he's leaning against the man. "Take a breath, sweetheart. All your clothes are perfect for stage, and you can use my suspenders, okay? There's no need to get worked up over this."

The boy lets himself relax into Andy. "I'm gonna ruin the whole show, I know it," he says, "and I have to hug people in VIP and I can't-I can't do that."

"You don't have to hug anyone if you're not okay with it. It's your choice. And the show is going to be awesome."

Remington grabs Andy's hand. "No, Andy, I have to hug them. If I don't, everyone will hate me and tell me to kill myself, and I will." He yawns. "I just don't want to let anyone down." His curtain is pulled back by Sebastian, who gives the two a smile.

"Vip in ten minutes," he says, "and, bub, if you aren't comfortable with hugging anyone, that's okay. I can tell them all before meet and greet."

With a grateful nod, Remington sits up. "Please do," he responds, "I'll meet you inside."

"Alright. See you in a few." The guitarist turns and walks away, and Remington pulls the curtain closed so he can get changed. He routes through Andy's bag for the suspenders, and puts on a pair of tartan trousers, connecting the braces and deciding to stick with the long sleeved stripy shirt he's wearing. He walks with Andy into the venue, and the older man promises he'll wait in the dressing room.

Remington finds his brothers, and soon people are filing into the room, excited. "Hey, everyone!" Sebastian shouts, once the door is closed by a staff member. "Remington won't be hugging anyone today. Please don't disrespect this." He can see the disappointment, and he knows that Remington is the favourite for a lot of their fans. The singer quietly thanks his brother, and the first person approaches. She hugs Sebastian and Emerson, and hands the drummer a letter. They pose for the photo, and move on to the next person. Mostly, people respect that Remington isn't hugging anyone, though a few fans ask why, but get no answer.

After meet and greet, they sit down for a q and a session, and answer question about who they want to collab with, what it was like for Remington doing backing vocals for Black Veil Brides, and about their favourite songs to play live. It's all going well, and Remington is cheering up, and they get through the whole thing without anything going wrong.

They're in the green room for just over an hour after, as the opening band plays, and Remington changes his shirt and re-does his makeup. "I can't do this," he says anxiously.

"Yes, you can."

Remington sighs and turns to Andy. "I feel sick."

The man rubs his arms. "Sweetie, breathe. It's okay. The show is going to be perfect. You're perfect."

"It's going to go wrong," the boy insists, "I know it will."

Andy shakes his head. "No, it's going to go fantasically. Breathe."

Looking at the door when it opens, Remington tries to rid himself of the negative thoughts. "I love you," he says, and is told they're on stage in two minutes.

"I love you. Have a fantasic show." Andy kisses his hand and follows the band backstage, where they can hear the crowd's excited chatter. He watches them all go out on stage, and sees how they grin at the audience's screaming. He sees how Remington eases into it, and how he jumps around energetically. It's clear that performing is his passion, even if he's been dreading it lately.

During the sixth song, the boy jumps down off the stage and reaches out his free hand for people by the barricade, who scream and try to touch him. He knows it's a risk, and that if someone touches him anywhere that isn't his arm or his torso, he'll most likely freak, but he's willing to do that to himself if it means making the show better for the audience. He's willing to do anything for them.

Andy watches, tries not to worry too much, and prays the his husband doesn't climb over the barrier and trap himself in the crowd. There's no way he'd manage to stay calm if he did that. Sebastian is worried too, though doesn't let it show. He keeps an eye on the singer, and stays fairly close to the side of the stage incase he has to suddenly jump down and rescue his brother.

Fortunately, Remington climbs back onto the stage without braving the crowd, and briefly glances at Andy in the instrumental, nodding, as if to say he's okay. Andy smiles.

The boys run off stage as the audience beg for one more song, and gulp down water. Remington realises he should have eaten more today, and sits down for the two minutes before they go back on, steadying himself. They play two more songs, and run off for the last time, and go straight back to the bus for showers before meeting everyone outside.

"I told you it'd be awesome," Andy says, as Remington falls down onto the couch, panting. "You killed it, honey."

Remington smiles and wipes his forehead, which is wet with sweat. "I need water," he mumbles, "and probably something to eat, but..."

"Let me get you something." The man fills a glass with water, and gives it to Remington to drink while he looks for something the boy will be able to eat. "Are you gonna go meet everyone?"

"Yeah, I think so." Remington takes the sandwhich Andy makes quickly, automatically checking what's in it. "Thanks," he says, "I feel better with you here. Oh shit."

"What?"

"I was meant to call Abigail today." He bites the sandwhich and covers his mouth with his hand.

Andy ruffles his no longer spiked hair. "Call her in the morning. She'll understand."

"Shower's free," Daniel announces, and Emerson darts in before anyone else does. "Hey Remington, it's an honor to be on a stage playing your songs with you. You're unbelievably talented."

The singer looks up at Daniel. "Thank you so much."

After they've all showered, the band leave the bus, and are immmediately bombarded with over-excited fans, and they wave and smile. "One picture each!" Sebastian shouts, "we won't be signing things!" He leans into Remington, who's sticking close to his big brother for comfort. "No hugs?"

Remington nods.

"And please don't hug Remington!"

Some fan think he's making a joke, and laugh, and Sebastian knows he's gonna have to keep saying it, so that Remington isn't put in distress. They get through it, and nearly three hours later, are back in the bus and on the way to the next venue.