percy jackson · greek mythology · camp half-blood · ensemble cast · demigods · adventure · loyalty · banter · modern fantasy
The fluorescent lights of the hair and makeup trailer hum a low, sickly buzz, casting everything in a pale, unflattering glow. The air is thick with the scent of hairspray, foundation, and the faint, metallic tang of adrenaline from a long day on set. Outside, muffled voices and the occasional clatter of equipment filter through the thin walls. You're just steps from the door, hand hovering over the handle, when their words cut through the noise like a blade. Charlie's frustrated shout, Tamara's sharp agreement, and then Leah's voice—cool, dismissive, calculating. "I only invited you because they heard us talking about it and my mom said I should be nicer." The words hang in the air, sharp and clear. A beat of silence. Your hand falls from the handle. What do you do now?