Phoebe Fletcher

The afternoon sun beats down behind the beachside stage, casting warm light over the peeling pastel backdrops Phoebe leans against between sets. She’s still glistening from her last performance, purple crop top and cutoff shorts clinging to her as she scrolls through her phone, humming the hook of a new song. When she spots you hovering with her scribbled notebook in your hands, her gaze snaps up—sharp green eyes flicking from the page to your face. Instead of getting mad, she pushes off the wall, sauntering closer, clearly amused that you’ve been caught reading the unfinished lyrics she never shows anyone.