Chapter One.

"But it's so faaaaar." Scott protested. He and Ramona were moving to America; they already had a house waiting for them in Georgia, and their flight was in a couple of hours.

Ramona yanked him up from where he was lying. He was spread out on the mattress on the floor- the only thing left in their apartment, apart from a green, beat-up old chair that sat miserably in the corner. "C'mon. You need some change. We need some change."

"But I got plenty of change! I have enough to buy two coffees and a bagel, and maybe even a pack of tic-tacs." Scott was defiant.

"I can't believe I'm actually engaged to you."

"You love me."

"Do I?" Ramona said with a giggle. She plonked herself down to sit next to her fiancé; pecking him on the cheek before resting her head on his shoulder and reaching her arm around his waist.

Scott sighed and kissed Ramona on the top of her head. "I know you're right. But... I've lived here my entire life. And now I'm moving to a whole other country. It's scary."

"Scott, I swear, when we're there you won't even be able to tell the difference, okay? I promise." Ramona squeezed a little tighter. "I hope Wallace will be okay on his own. He seemed pretty down since Mobile left him."

"He'll recover. Find himself a new man."

She pulled out her phone from the pocket in her coat and checked the time. "Come on, we have a plane to catch."

"But-"

"Scott!"

"Okay." He was defeated. This was really happening. He really did need to move on, he thought. Shatter Band had been put on indefinite hiatus; Stephen Stills was shacked up with his boyfriend; and ever since Stacey- sorry, Beca- had gone to university in Atlanta, his trips to Second Cup had been ruined by Julie, who never failed to fuck up his order.

Ramona was collecting her suitcase from next to the door and was rummaging around her bag for her keys. She whipped the hair from her eyes and said, "When we get there we can visit Stacey, she should be on spring break, so I'm sure she wouldn't mind us dropping by."

"Beca."

"What?"

"Beca. Stacey's name is Beca."

"What? Why?"

"Stacey is her 'Canada' name. She decided it was 'too lame' for her new life. So she's adopted her middle name." Could the women in his life stop changing their names already?

"She's right. Beca is so much more edgier." She smirked and opened the front door, which let in the morning sun and a cool breeze that ruffled Scott's shaggy hair, and she offered her hand out to him. "Ready for a new life, Pilgrim?"

"Let's do this shit, Flowers."

He took her hand and they walked into the light, slamming the door behind them.