Chapter one:

The muted TV screen illuminated the clusters living room. From the electric piano in the corner, to the three guitars propped agents the well and the desk taken over by DJing equipment. The small apartment could have belonged to any middle class New Yorker with an average job, but not, according to most people in the entertainment business, a world known recording artist, Grammy winner and Oscar nom. But Beca Mitchell was not a normal (if that was even a thing) entertainer, she did not want to spend her money on million dollar houses, clothes that cost as much as a computer and cars that she would never drive. The most expense thing she has bought with her 30 million dollar net, worth was a new computer and software to mix with.

So today as the morning sun rose over the skyscrapers of New York, we would find Beca curled on her couch amongst 10 pillows in front of a muted TV, fast asleep with the remnants of popcorn still in a bowl on the table in front of her.

When I wake up, well, I know I'm gonna be

I'm gonna be the man who wakes up next to you

When I go out, yeah, I know I'm gonna be

I'm gonna be the man who goes along with you

Beca slowly raised her head form amongst the pillows, and focused her eyes on her phone. Sleepily she fumbled around for her phone, titling it away to not permanently blind herself.

"Hello?"

"Mitchell, where the hell are you?" Came a much to loud voice over the phone.

"Good morning to you to Cynthia." Beca said sitting up, rubbing sleep out of her eyes.

"Thats not what I ask, Beca." Cynthia Rose, her PA said flatly. "Your recording time starts in 10 minutes, where the fuck are you?"

"You said 8am, its to early to be 8." Beca turned the TV off flopped back into the couch. She pulled her phone away from her ear to check the time. "shit!"

"Yea, shit. Do you need me to call a cab?" Cynthia asked

"Uhhhhhh…." Beca was off the couch in seconds, she raced over to her room tripping over another piano on the floor. "fuck" Beca grabbed her foot, almost falling over.

"Beca?"

"No, no. I'll skate, just" Beca gingerly put her foot down and limped into her room. "Just, I'll be there." Beca hung up. Entering her room Beca pulled out a pair of Top Shop jeans, a red tank and black blazer. Once she was changed she, raised back into the living room, jumping over the piano. She unplugged her computer from her equipment and haphazardly placed it into her messenger beg. where the hell did I put my phone? She looked throughout her apparent as she hopped around on one foot then the other pulled on her shoes. Finally finding it, Beca threw open her door pulling her skateboard with her. It only took, 3 minutes to skate to the studio, but by the time she was there Beca had almost frozen of her fingers.

It was autumn in New York, and the air was cold and clear. The leaves have mostly fallen off the trees and snow was most certainly a up and coming threat. Beca however could not enjoy the morning, or Cynthia would kill her in her sleep. Fortunately for Beca she was in the studio seconds before the clock sticked 8.

"Thank god." Cynthia stood up room her seat by the door.

"I'm so sorry, CR." Beca said tucking her hair behind her ear. "I was writing a song tell midnight, then I kinda watched Game of Thrones tell 3."

Cynthia shock her head, handing Beca a coffee and leading her towards the sound booth.

"I get it, Game of Thrones. Gotta watch that shit." Cynthia and Beca entered the front section of the booth. Luke, looked up from setting up the sound system.

"Your here." Luke's smooth british accent filled the small space. "I thought we were going to have to give it up our time to that Australian boy band."

Beca smiled giving him a hug. "There is no way in hell, a boy band is taking my spot." She placed her bag on the couch in the back. "What are we running today?"

"I was thinking, Counting Stars, Next to Me and possible Gone Gone Gone, if we get the other two done." Luke said putting headphones around his neck. "Yeah?"

"Yeah, lets remix this business." Beca entered the sound booth and moved in front of the mike. "Whats first?"

"You'll see." luke winked and pressed play on the prerecorded music. Beca closed her eyes as the music filled the room, she loved it here. She loved where she was, what she did. It took a while but she had made it. The bass dropped before the first verse was about to begin.

You won't find her drinking at the table

Rolling dice or staying out 'til three

You won't ever find her be unfaithful

You will find her, you'll find her next to me

You won't find her tryna chase the devil

For money, fame, for power, out of greed

You won't ever find her where the rest go

You will find her, you'll find her next to me

Next to me – ooh hooo

Next to me – ooh hooo

Next to me – ooh hooo

You will find her, you'll find her next to me

When the money's spent and all my friends have vanished

And I can't seem to find no help or love for free

I know there's no need for me to panic

Cause I'll find her, I'll find her next to me

When the skies are grey and all the doors are closing

And the rising pressure makes it hard to breathe

When all I need's a hand to stop the tears from falling

I will find her, I'll find her next to me

Next to me – ooh hooo

Next to me – ooh hooo

Next to me – ooh hooo

I will find her I'll find her next to me

When the end has come and buildings falling down fast

When we've spoilt the land and dried up all the sea

When everyone has lost their heads around us

You will find her, you'll find her next to me

Next to me – ooh hooo

Next to me – ooh hooo

Next to me – ooh hooo

You will find her, you'll find her next to me

Next to me – ooh hooo

Next to me – ooh hooo

Next to me – ooh hooo

You will find hier you'll find her next to me

The music died and Beca looked through the window and Luke and Cynthia.

"Incredible, Beca. I think we just have to do that song once more and where good."

For the next two hours Beca recorded the three songs, tell they meted both her and Luke's expectations. Once she was done she watched soccer with Luke as she eat breakfast. Around the middle of the first half her phone rang.

"Jesse!"

"Hey, lesbro. You still on for tonight" Jesse said.

"Shit, I forgot." Beca walked out into the hall to hear Jesse more clearly. "It's at 9 right? Smiths?"

"Yeah, I'd like you to go. Aubrey is bringing one of her acting friends and they will just talk about fashion and the Kardashian's. And I don't wan't to be alone with that."

"And you think I want to be among that?" Beca laughed.

"Just be there, it's a celebration as well. For your new album, Aubrey's new season and my broadway show kicking off."

"Fine, I don't need you to beg." Beca leaned agents the wall. "What's Aubrey'd friends name?"

"Chloe, Chloe Beale. She was in that acapella movie with Aubrey….Pitch Perfect, she played the blonde. Brittany? I think."

"Jesse, you know I don't watch movies."

"You went to the premier." Jesse said.

"Did I….wow, my life is so crazy I don't even remember it." Beca turned back to the booth. "I have to go, Jesse."

"Ok, see you at 9. Don't be late, you know Aubrey hates that." Jesse hung up.

Jesse was Beca's longest friends, she had known him since she was 5 when they both lived in Portland, Maine and actually moved to New York with him. Jesse went to Broadway while Beca went to music production. While being on Broadway, Jesse met Aubrey Posen and started dating with in the next month. Aubrey kinda scared Beca, especially after she was forced to watch True Blood, where Aubrey played a blonde christian mentally insane women. That to Aubrey amazement was Beca "favorite character", Beca said it was her favorite only on the bases that she said Aubrey was really hot in it. Jesse, to Beca's amazement, did not find that amusing. Beca walked back into the booth, just as LA Galaxy scored on Toronto.


I'm writing a lot of mulit-chaptered stuff, so I can switch between them when I can't think of something to write for one of them.