sǝsınɹq ǝɹɐ ǝʌɐɥ I ll∀ 'ʇı opun plnoɔ I ɥsıM 'ʇı ʍǝʞs ɐuuɐʍ ʇ,uop I 'sǝʎǝ ʎɯ puıɥǝq sɹɐǝʇ ou ʇo⅁ 'puıɯ ʎɯ ǝpısuı ǝǝs noʎ ʇǝ˥ 'sǝsınɹq ǝɹɐ ǝʌɐɥ I ll∀ 'ʇı ǝsooɥɔun plnoɔ I ɥsıM 'ʇı ǝsol ɐuuɐʍ ʇ,uop I 'ǝlıɯs ɐ ɥʇıʍ ǝɯ llıʞ noʎ uǝɥM 'ʎɥʍ noʎ llǝʇ ʇ,uɐɔ I 'ǝsolɔ noʎ llnd I puɐ ǝɯ ʇɹnɥ no⅄ 'ǝuolɐ ǝq ʇ,uɐƆ 'ǝɯoɥ ɓuıoɓ ʇou ɯ,I 'ɯǝ, pǝǝu ʇ,uoᗡ 'sǝdoɹ ou 'suıɐɥɔ oN 'sı ɥʇnɹʇ ǝɥʇ 'puıʞ ǝɹ,noʎ ʍouʞ I 'pǝsıɹdɹns ʇɔɐ ʇ,uɐɔ I 'uʍop ǝɯ llnd no⅄ 'sǝʎǝ ɹnoʎ uı lıʌǝp ǝɥʇ ʍɐs I ʇɥɓnoɥʇ I 'ǝɹıɟ oʇ ǝsolɔ ooʇ pǝʎɐld sʎɐʍl∀ 'sǝsınɹq ɥʇıʍ ʇɟǝl ʎluo ɯ,I 'ʎɐʍɐ ǝɯ ʍoɹɥʇ noʎ 'ɥʇɐǝɹq ʎɯ lɐǝʇs no⅄ 'ʞɔǝu ʎɯ punoɹɐ spuɐɥ ɹnoʎ ɥʇıʍ noʎ ǝʌɐɓɹoℲ 'ǝɓpǝ ǝɥʇ uo ɯ,I 'ǝnlq puɐ ʞɔɐlᙠ

You were well known for your music highlighting social issues and it was great. You got to tell your story and give a voice to the voiceless, all while supporting charities that backed the issues you informed your fans of.

It ended up getting around that your dream role was to be part of the Percy Jackson show and, well, Rick's teen niece loved your music and every movie you'd ever starred in, so, it didn't take much convincing when you finally auditioned that you were the kind of person he wanted to work with.

You were more charming and timid than he expected, especially when he introduced you to the cast, some of which also loved you due to your previous work.

Leah was quick to catch on that you were likely uncomfortable with the fact that the guys got comfortable. She politely explained that Walker and Aryan would need to hold off on being their super extra selves until you were entirely comfortable.

She, Tamara and Dior all put in extra effort to make you feel comfortable on set and, eventually, you warmed up to everyone.

Charlie and Daniel became like big brothers and Aryan was pretty cool. Walker was very hyper, but it reminded you of the kids you used to babysit, so that really wasn't a problem.

The problem came when you became all closed off from them again. Not just the guys, though, the entire cast, even the crew who you'd grown close to. It wasn't until Anabelle, your main makeup artist, pointed out the bruises she had been covering for you recently to the other that they realized your most recent song wasn't just a song about a girl in an abusive relationship, trapped in a toxic cycle that she relished.

"It's about you." Leah whispers in concern as she sits next to you.

You look up from your laptop, confused, "I'm sorry?"

"The song is about you, isn't it? It's one of the personal ones, the ones you'd never tell anyone who it was based off of for 'privacy' reasons."

They weren't entirely wrong. You'd just broken up with him last night, but it was a strange push and pull that you seemed to be addicted to. You thought you hid it well, the fact that it was abuse. You'd even attempted gaslighting yourself. You were gonna go back to him tonight, you couldn't help it.

"It's not what you think-"

"Your song spelled it out," Daniel states.