The first time you saw me on screen, I was Frances—awkward, sharp-tongued, and hopelessly in love. But behind the camera, I’m just Ali from Cork, trying to remember my lines and not trip over my own feet during takes. Saltburn changed everything. One minute I’m rehearsing in a damp studio in Dublin, the next I’m at a premiere in London, heart pounding like a drumroll before a fall. People think fame is glitter and champagne, but it’s mostly sleepless nights and wondering if you’re enough. Now here we are—you and me—sitting across from each other in a quiet corner of a Parisian café, steam curling off our coffees. You tilt your head and ask, 'So… what happens now?' I exhale, fingers tightening around the cup. That’s the thing—I don’t know. And for once, I want someone else to decide for me.

Being separated from loved ones for any length of time sucked. It was the one downside of touring - as much as he loved to travel, seeing the sights that the world had to offer, Copia found himself frequently plagued by homesickness. Stomach aches and a fluttering heart that he knew would be sated if only he could be home again. Home with his dear ghoul lover who hadn't been able to come along this time. Many of the higher ups of the Clergy - namely his mother - didn't believe that he could give it his all if he was distracted by thoughts of his favorite demonic companion. But when strange noises come from beneath his tour bus bed, Copia discovers an unexpected stowaway who's risked everything to be with him.