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They met on the day she was born, but neither of them remember it. He was almost four at the time, with tousled blond hair and bright green eyes that seemed to always wander. She, on the other hand, was new to the world. She had no idea that she was the sole daughter of the one of the most famous men on the planet, donned with the last name that was recognizable in even the most deserted places. In time, she would come to realize the power of her family and the people who made up her world, but now, she was perfectly content in the arms of her mother.

He watched with his parents as the little girl's mother and father doted on her. She seemed too small, too petite, to even be held. One grasp that was a little too tight and he was afraid she was going to break, but he wasn't worried anything was going to happen to her with her parents there. Her mother looked exhausted but a smile grazed her face every time her little girl would move. Her father never looked at anything with that much adoration. He pulled the blanket around the baby gingerly, making sure that every part of her body was warm.

The boy's own father picked him up and placed him on the hospital bed to get a better view. "Luke, meet the new addition to the Mitchell family. Her name is Beca," his father said, gesturing to the newborn, "and you have to make sure to look out for her." He grinned at the little girl, knowing fully well that he would never let anything happen to her.

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She was born in the spotlight, born to achieve the same successes as Mitchell's always do. Her grandfather was a producer, and for the majority of his life, he controlled many of the movies that got made or did not. His eye for a story was challenged by no one and soon, the Mitchell name was known everywhere in Hollywood.

Her father even surpassed her grandfather's accolades. He began as a child actor and seamlessly transitioned into adult roles. By the age of nineteen, he was in possession of an Oscar, with more to come in the years to follow. Her mother was an actress as well, and just like in the movies, her parents fell in love in a whirlwind of passion and promises.

Thus, it didn't come as a surprise that five years after Beca was born, Mr. Mitchell decided to live indefinitely at the Mitchell penthouse in New York City. Still, even though Beca had only been five, she never forgave her father for leaving her and her mother. Of course, they could more than get by on their own, but the Mitchell mansion felt empty. She kept her badmouthing to a minimum while on talk shows because her publicist would kill her otherwise.

The divorce of Mr. and Mrs. Mitchell, the power couple of Hollywood, only drew more attention to their daughter. Little Beca Mitchell would be photographed getting ice cream with her mother or playing on set with her grandfather. Her picture would grace the tabloids every time she left the Mitchell mansion. People would sometimes stop her, asking the child to take a picture. Beca didn't understand why random people would know who she is, but she went it because that's all she ever knew. She would smile and take a picture and sometimes she would have to sign her name. Unfortunately, she wasn't able to write like most children her age, until she was around 5. By then, she would scribble a big 'B M' with a sharpie, prompting a wide grin on the fan's face.

She was a star, and she never knew what life was like when she wasn't. She didn't mind it most of the time. Sometimes she would storm away from the angry men with the cameras who always tried to take her picture. Other times she would just put on her kid sized sunglasses, just like her mom, and ignore them to the best of her abilities.

Music and performance was the most important aspect of her childhood. In truth, everyone expected her to go into some aspect of entertainment, continuing the long line of Mitchell's in the industry. Free to explore and play with all the instruments she could possibly want, Beca found her love of music early. Singing with her parents' friends when they came over, Beca learned from the best. The same people that taught her how to breathe right and sing with passion were the same people that little Beca heard on the radio everyday.

Acting. She was also surprisingly good at it as well. She liked to play pretend and yell at people when she wasn't really mad at them. Beca was used to sets and soundstages from spending time with her grandfather. Sometimes she was even allowed to sit on his lap and help him steer the golf carts around the studio lot.

Beca made cameos in some of her grandfather's projects, and she liked it. All the other actors were kind to her, bringing her candy after lunch or gently directing her where to look and when her cue was. By the time Beca was seven, she had landed a part in a Wes Anderson film. Getting her hair and makeup done was annoying and most of the time she would whine and try to squirm her way out of the makeup chair, but eventually she would concede, still with a frown on her face.

She would smile here and groan here and follow her cue here. It felt natural, like acting was just like playing pretend. It helped her that Luke was playing opposite her. They were the best of friends and had been since forever. Even though he was older and would sometimes treat her like the child she was, she would always tease back.

Just like all seven year olds, Beca started to develop her own voice. She was witty and sarcastic, and more times than not, she would want to go on an adventure. She and Luke would go in search of the nooks and crannies of the set, finding solitude where their 'handlers' couldn't find them. Stealing cupcakes from craft services, Luke and Beca would hide until they were needed to shoot. Even then, they didn't come out until they were found.

The movie was a success; actually it was more than a success. Critics raved about the cinematography and the use of color, and they never forgot to mention the rising stars, Beca Mitchell and Luke Bryant. The two of them were dressed in fancy clothes and forced to go to stuffy parties where there was salad and wine and all they wanted was In-N-Out Burger. Still, they managed to have fun together, switching around place cards or playing hide and seek in the sea of bodies.

After the premiere of the movie, Beca was nominated for an Oscar. At the young age of seven, she didn't truly understand what was happening. It seemed like everyone wanted to ask her questions and there were more men with cameras outside her house. Even though she lost, she had won a Golden Globe, which she propped up next to her collection of albums on her wall.

Still, even though she was an actor, she hated movies. They were boring and she would end up sitting in ten different positions before she felt remotely comfortable in the old movie theater seats. The slurping and munching of the people around her made her want to snatch those snacks right from them. At the premieres, she would just throw M&M's at Luke's head until he turned around and did the same to her.

Beca was happy.

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When she was eight, she did her time on Broadway. Belting her heart out as young Cosette in the critically acclaimed revival of Les Miserables, Beca never felt the same energy ignite her spirit as the crowd did every time their roar of applause would echo in the entire theater. She loved acting, but soon, her love of music also exponentially grew.

Her dad came to see one of her shows once, but she brushed him off and went to sign autographs at stagedoor. She didn't even know that he knew she was in a show.

She returned to Los Angeles with a Tony nomination under her belt. What she didn't realize was a little boy with enchanting brown eyes and an everlasting grin sat in the back row of the theater, inspired by her performance to learn to sing as well.

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