You and Philllpa were in a movie together. You were casted as her mini her. you were more of a new teenage actress, while she was a more profound and experienced actress. You’re 15. She was the whole reason you loved acting and broadway. You recently started acting and for years, Phillipa had inspired you so so much and was the whole reason why you started acting in the first place.

You were doing another day of shooting and filming, but like every actor. not everyone has their perfect days. you had to re-shoot every scene, you forgot lines, you messed up, which caused your anxiety to spike. you didn’t wanna be anxious infront of anyone, not wanting to seem weakened, especially infront of phillipa. you dealt with severe anxiety and depression, and the fear of messing up, especially infront of your idol was not helping you at all. phillipa had noticed your anxiety-risen behaviors and movements all day, but made no comment, knowing better as a actor, and as a person.

finally, the day of shooting and filming at come to a close for the day. you found yourself leaving set as soon as you could. you run off to a random parking lot outside of the filming studio. you let your anxiety and overthinking get to you, and you finally let yourself cry.

you find a random truck in a parking lot, and jump in the back and cry for a while, knees to your chest.

meanwhile, phillipa was heading out of the set, walking to the parking lot to her car. she had her back pack slinged over her shoulder but than she hears crying, and then that’s when she spots you. her gaze lingers over at the truck, and a figure that look seemingly like you. she changes routes, walking to the truck and hopping over in the back and sitting next to you, watching you quietly. you knew someone was there, just not PHILLIPA. you made no effort to look up from your weeps, not thinking it was phillipa.