In a direct message exchange (shared with permission), a fan asked Bella how they stay close despite living in different time zones and touring schedules. Bella’s reply was simple: “We don’t keep score. If I’m up, I pull her up. If she’s down, I get on a plane. No posts required.” As of 2026, rumors of a “solo split” or “creative differences” have surfaced twice, usually during slow news cycles. Both times, the duo responded the same way: by releasing a collaborative remix of an old track, donating the proceeds to a mental health fund for independent artists.
Their bond is not content. It is context.
The truth was far more mundane and far more human: Roxy was battling severe creative burnout, and Bella was handling a family emergency. Neither owed the public an explanation. So, they simply… disappeared from each other’s timelines. -TMW-Bella Mur- Roxy Sky - Long-time friendship...
This is not a marketing stunt. This is a survival pact. To understand the bond, one must go back to the pre-fame era, long before the Verified badges and brand deals. Sources close to the duo (who spoke on condition of anonymity) recall a late-night Discord server in 2020—a chaotic hub for underground producers and vocalists. Bella, then an unknown poet wrestling with auto-tune, posted a raw, unmastered track about urban decay. Roxy, who had been lurking in the voice channel, simply typed: “Your compression is trash. Your melody is heaven. Let’s fix the first part.”
Unlike other collectives that force constant collaboration until the artists resent each other, TMW allows Bella and Roxy to orbit separately. Bella leans into dark, industrial rap. Roxy floats toward ambient hyperpop. They headline separate tours. They have separate merchandising lines. And yet, when a TMW festival is announced, the headliners are never solo. In a direct message exchange (shared with permission),
This is the story of and Roxy Sky .
The song is a masterclass in trust. Bella’s verses are sparse, almost whispered, detailing the exhaustion of performing happiness. Roxy’s production drops out entirely during the bridge—leaving only the sound of a skipping CD and a voicemail recording of Roxy saying, “I’m outside. Put on shoes. We’re getting ice cream.” If she’s down, I get on a plane
“In this space, everyone is trying to sell you a dream,” Roxy Sky reflected in a rare Twitch stream last month. “Bella was the first person who looked at my 3D renders and didn’t ask, ‘How many likes did you get?’ She asked, ‘What were you feeling when you made the sky bleed?’”