On my way to the a Capella auditions, I see lots of other girls staring at me. I'm new to BU, so I knew I'd get attention for being such a sexy sight, but I'm no Lessie. I'd much rather get attention from some of the boys around here that have their eyes looking for a fat rump like mine. More to hold at night, right? I suppose no one can control their desires when a hot mama like me walks in.

I sign into the auditions and make my way to back stage. All of the other girls here are twigs and look at me like I just got kicked in the face by a kangaroo. Screw them, I'm gonna blow this place out.

My turn comes after a series of pitiful try-hards and one impressive African-American girl I'm sure is a lesbian. The hair is a give away as well as the obvious gawking at Aubrey, the Barden Bellas leader. Not to mention she was practically sniffing another girl's cleavage in the backstage area. She might as well come out with it. Lesbihonest.

I get up on the stage and look behind me.

"Oh," I say, disappointed, "there's no backup dancers? Okay."

I shake out my hands and push my breasts into place, standard for my mental preparation before knocking the socks off of an audience. I tap my foot a few times before feeling the lion rise from my stomach and into my throat.

"Since you've been gone! I can't breathe for the first time! I'm still moving along, yeah yeah! Thanks you you, now I get, I get what I want! Since you've been gone..."

The judges stare at me in disbelief.

"Crushed it," I mutter. I know I totally nailed that audition, they have to let me in to the Bellas. I won't take an offer from anyone else.

I suddenly notice a guy in the back of the auditorium. He's a stocky fellow with dark hair and a sneer permanently plastered to his round face.

I'm not sure what to make of him yet, but the feeling inside me is a positive one, so I assume he's alright.

I'm asked to leave the stage, so I decide to go grab some pizza because I'm starving. I cannot stop thinking about that boy in the back though. He is cute, but not the kind of cute that every girl would get drunk for. I suppose he is fat girl cute.

There's a difference between cute and fat girl cute. Cute is the kind of guy that girls have conniption fits over when they waltz up and buy them a drink. Fat girl cute is the kind that gets last pick over the bunch.

The kind of boy that would go after me.

But I'm proud of my size. I mean, for crimeny's sake, I call myself Fat Amy. The redhead at the Bellas' booth, Chloe, was shocked when I told her, but I have a feeling she admired it. She probably figured the confidence made me even sexier and she wanted that same confidence.

I could mentor her. Like in Star Wars.

Chloe, I am your mother. Now you know where you got your good looks from.

I wonder if Chloe is friends with the boy in the auditorium, until I remember something.

He's part of the Treblemakers.

Oh no. This can't be good.

I take a bite of my pizza and ponder on the thought of such rebellious thoughts. It can't be that much of a crime to have romantic thoughts on a Treble. I mean, it's not like I would be disclosing classified information or anything. This isn't the Manhattan Project, it's just singing. I decide that my feelings are rational as I finish off my pizza slice. I wasn't hungry enough for much more.

By the time I'm back in my dorm, I see that a letter has been slipped under the door.

Welcome to the Bellas, initiation is at 8:00 sharp. Don't be late.

-Aubrey

I figure that must mean that I'm in. I'm surprised that I didn't receive a letter from the other groups at the auditions, but I assume they thought they weren't worthy of my power. I'm pretty much the end of the line so they must have been intimidated.

I decide to pull on a red dress and a black jacket with some heels because I want to remember this night as the night I looked super hot being accepted into a group of my future backup singers. I heard about a party at the amphitheater for the initiates, so I plan on attending that as well. The boy from auditions will surely be there. He seemed like a party kind of guy.

Maybe he'd appreciate a fat girl rocking a red dress.

I start heading out the door with my head held high. If I can't have the "perfect body" then I can at least be proud of the one I have. I reach the auditorium just in time to grab a scarf and join the line beside a girl I met at the activities festival, Beca. She doesn't seem too thrilled to be here.

First, we had to drink "the blood of our sisters," which was terrible in taste.

"Place your scarf in your right hand," Aubrey said, standing in the front.

She went through this oath that sounded like that of a cult. The whole time, I'm just looking forward to the party, but then Aubrey states that we are not to have sexual relations with a Treble, my world comes to a stop.

I don't know this boy's name or anything about him, but I know that there is something there. I felt it when our eyes locked. It's not much to go by, but it's more than I ever hoped for from a guy the likes of him.

I just hope that I can get around this oath.