The air on set buzzed with quiet energy as Elena stepped out of her trailer. clutching the warm cup of hot chocolate her assistant had handed her minutes before. It was the first day of filming The Black Phone, and though she was no stranger to movie sets, there was always something special about a new project-the promise of creating something extraordinary. The 2021 horror film was already being buzzed about, and Elena, at sixteen, was at the center of it. Playing the lead's love interest She strolled through the lot, lost in thought as she glanced over her lines. The cool morning breeze nipped at her cheeks, but she didn't mind. The focus helped her block out the noise of the crew setting up cameras and adjusting lights. As she rounded the corner toward the main soundstage, her thoughts were interrupted by a sharp collision. "Whoa-sorry!" she blurted, stumbling back slightly. Her drink nearly splashed, but her reflexes saved it just in time. "Are you okay?" came a voice, hurried and laced with concern. COVER BY @--CYBERBILLS

Juliette Clarke had always lived with a sense of destiny, though not everyone saw it that way. At 25 , she had already amassed 24 prestigious awards for her music, a feat few could match. With a voice that was equal parts haunting and vulnerable, Juliette had captured the hearts of millions around the world. Yet, her success came with its fair share of whispers and opinions. The daughter of famed director JJ Clarke and Actress Katie Clarke, Juliette was labeled by some as a "nepo baby," but she had worked tirelessly to carve out her own path. Unlike many born into Hollywood royalty, she refused to be known just for her name. She had poured everything into her music - writing raw, deeply personal songs that resonated with anyone who'd ever felt misunderstood or heartbroken. Her first album had gone platinum, and with each new release, Juliette only grew more authentic, more true to herself. COVER BY @--CYBERBILLS

❝IN MY HEAD YOU'RE IN THE CAR AND YOU'RE COMING TO ME AND YOU GET TO MY DOOR AND YOU CANT EVEN SPEAK BUT I THINK THATS ITS SWEET YEAH I THINK THAT YOU'RE SWEET ❞ The thing about growing up in Hollywood was that everyone knew of everyone. You just didn't always know each other. Clara Hayes and Walker Scobell were a perfect example of that. To Clara, he was just her brothers , Oliver annoying best friend - the loud one who showed up at her house sometimes, laughing too hard at something Oliver said, stealing snacks from the kitchen like he lived there. To Walker, she was Oliver's little sister - the quiet one who was always either leaving for ballet, buried in scripts, or coming home late from sets with tired eyes and a polite smile that never really stayed long enough to turn into a conversation. They had crossed paths for years without ever really meeting. Not properly. Not in a way that mattered. Clara was always somewhere else - ballet rehearsals that stretched late into the night, filming projects in different cities, award shows she barely remembered half of, or hidden away with headphones on, trying to exist in her own world between schedules. Walker stayed in a different orbit entirely - usually with Oliver, sometimes with Mason and the Percy Jackson group, always surrounded by noise, jokes, and movement. He never really stood still long enough to end up in the same quiet spaces Clara occupied.