Hello, wonderful fanfic peeps! I am pretty new at writing for a FF fanfic and/or character so I hope no one is horribly pained at reading this. I love Pitch Perfect and I am a huge Ester Dean fan. Even before the movie but I gotta admit that I didn't realize just how much talent there really was until I saw the movie. Anyways, to show my love for the character, Cynthia Rose, I wrote a little oneshot. I would love for it to get support and maybe write for the other songs in the movie that she was in but I'll see how this one does before attempting.
Disclaimer: All rights go to the writers, artists, and directors. I am just having a little fun because studying for a test on Islam isn't nearly as entertaining as this. Procrastination is wonderful, no?
Just the thoughts of Cynthia Rose before performing the audition piece.
Since You've Been Gone
This sheet has never felt more right in my hand.
Just like her hand. I used to love the feel of her small hands entwined with mine as we walked through life. The first time, I held her hand was the day that I had moved out of my parent's house. We went through the front door and she only let go so that I could open her door for her.
My parents used to think it was all so sweet.
They had known I was a girl's girl since I was four years old and fell in love with the movie, Selena. They never told me it was wrong or 'unnatural.' Instead, they loved me as though I was their greatest accomplishment in life.
For that, I respected their house rules and kept out of trouble.
Until I met Denise, the one that may the world not only go round but flip inside out. When I met her, I thought that I loved her because she was perfect. Now, I realize that I wanted to love someone and she needed someone to love her. We were together for two years. I'll admit that she was the first girl for me in everything.
First kiss, first touching, and all the rest.
I know that I have a really chill presence. It usually makes people think that I have major player potential when it comes to the ladies but I'm quite the opposite. I've just been like that for as long as I can remember. Nothing bothering me too much. Never getting too mad or too upset. I don't believe in sweating the small stuff in life.
Only time that I really scraped the bottom was the month Denise disappeared from my life. At least, that's what I thought until now. Now she's only 15 ft away from me, off-stage right.
I never saw her as being a college girl. She hated high school. Books. Anything that didn't involve a party was boring to her.
Yet, here she is. Both of us at an acapella audition at Barden University. In a way, I hope that she's doing well but like the song says, since you been gone, I get what I want…"
"Hey, first one's up."
The redhead doesn't even look my way when she announces my turn. She goes without saying anything else and everyone looks around for who's first. I tuck my hat lower down on my head.
One more time, I stare at the notes on the page. Thirty two bars of singing and sixteen bars of riffing. I already know I can do this.
Other than being able to charm a lady's smile under any circumstance, I can also sing the hell out of any song I want. I take my turn and walk straight past Denise.
Poor girl doesn't even look up to see who I am.
As I step onto the stage, I hear words that can only give me the perfect opportunity for standing out. "What's your name, dude?"
That's hilarious. I even laugh a little before I take off my cap. "Hi. My name's Cynthia Rose."
