It was the summer of 2015, the year the world learned that a boy‑ish voice could still make the planet’s heart skip a beat. In a small, sun‑baked town in Arizona, a lanky seventeen‑year‑old named was scrolling through her cracked‑screen phone, trying to drown out the hum of the air conditioner that refused to turn off. She was half‑asleep, half‑awake, the kind of teenage limbo where thoughts drifted like clouds over a desert sky.