Letting out a soft sigh, Denny shrugged. "Look, if I could erase my existence from people's minds, I would. I would much rather you be noticed than me. I'd love to be mistaken for literally anyone else most days." He crossed his arms over his chest, but it was more a protective movement than a defensive one. Denny was not much of a fighter. "I'm sorry. That sounds like it really sucks. I was a vlogger before all this, so unfortunately, people that liked that kind of stuff, they know who I am. But I can do what I can. What's your name, anyway? I can't just say the angry blond isn't me."
❝whoa dude, let's not go that far.❞ remi held both hands up slightly pushing the air between them. ❝i didn't say i wanted to get noticed more, I'm not graduating to lead vocals. i just don't want to be someone i'm not either.❞ there was some deeper realization that he didn't really know who he was and if he actually wanted to be someone people recognized or not. probably didn't matter anymore and it sure as hell wasn't denny's problem. ❝got it, my bad.❞ it was a half-assed attempt at an apology but there was only so much remi was capable of. ❝my name's remington but most people call me remi. i play the guitar, used to be in a band and we toured all over and shit but, yeah, guess i'm here now. i'd take angry blonde, though. sounds like a decent stage name.❞ he let out a quick laugh.

















