Author's Note: Just a short two-shot. First time posting. Here is Part 1. Enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not own Pitch Perfect or any of it's characters.

You don't want to admit it, especially not to your dad, but the past year has been hard.

Really hard.

Though hesitant, your dad let you skip college and helped you get settled in L.A. so you could gain some ground in the music industry.

It's not a money problem. You aren't knee deep in bills and struggling to get by. You weren't naïve enough to think you would immediately make it big. You did the sensible thing and got a stable paying day job. What you didn't anticipate was a year going by and not being even an inch closer to doing what you set out to do here. All you've been able to do is become a reclusive bum.

You don't have any friends.
You live on takeout and microwaveable meals.
You barely get any sleep.
You don't leave your apartment unless you have work or you need to buy something.
Worst of all, you haven't even tried to get your music out there because you are held back by the fear of rejection.

You're frustrated at yourself for letting this happen.

That's why on this New Year's Eve you've decided to make a list of resolutions.

Make a new friend
Eat healthy
Get enough sleep
Get out more
Take a risk

Only five. That shouldn't be too difficult. You're determined to shove down all your fears, insecurities, and anxiety so that you can get your life back on track. You can do this.

Wrong.
You can't do it.

You've started conversations with people from work, from your apartment building, even from the grocery store. The encounters end up with the person either pissed, annoyed, or just weirded out.

You only lasted a week eating food you've cooked on your own before you gave up. Everything you made either tasted horrible or wasn't edible.

In an attempt to sleep at a decent hour instead of staying up all night making mixes, you are in bed by 9:30 and wait for sleep to come. It doesn't. You lay there awake for hours.

You do get out more at least. You've become a regular at a bar right beside your apartment complex. You're finally spending some time in the outside world, but then again all you do there is sit and drink alone. You could do that at your apartment, so maybe this doesn't really count as getting out more.

They hold amateur nights at the bar. Performing would definitely count as taking a risk. You made a set list. You practiced the performance. You even sign up. In the end, you don't show up to perform.

A month has passed and you are at the bar seated at your now usual spot. You are holding the paper containing the list of resolutions you made. It fell out of your wallet when you took out some money to pay for your drink. It's frustrating to look at. You just want to rip it up. You were about to, but a voice stops you.

"Hi"

You look up and there is now a red headed girl with blue eyes seated beside you. You aren't sure how to react. No one has ever sat beside you what more struck up a conversation with you.

"What's that?" she says pointing at the piece of paper in your hand.
"New year's resolutions" you finally reply.
She takes the paper from you and reads through the short list.
"You haven't done any of these yet?"
Your face heats up in embarrassment as you nod yes.
She reaches into her purse and pulls out a pen. She writes something on your list and hands it back to you.

You search for what she has added. Turns out she crossed something out.

'Make a new friend'

You look back up and she's got a smile so wide you can't help but smile back. You are absolutely dumbfounded by her boldness.

"My friends call me Chloe"
"I'm Beca"