Hello my wonderful readers!
I decided to do a Pitch Perfect story because I am a very musical person and I enjoyed the movie a lot.
Please rate and review, favorite and follow if you enjoy it. I might get the second chapter up tonight, I might not. Depends on my productivity rate of the night.
Oh, and I don't own Pitch Perfect in any way, shape, or form...
... Unless you count owning it on DVD...
Anyways, please enjoy and tell me your thoughts!
Barden University. Home of four a cappella groups:
The BU Harmonics
The High Notes
The Treblemakers
And
The Bellas
The Bellas have won the ICCA's, and now it's time for a new season with a completely new face...
Chapter 1: New Voice
It was the first day of the new school year at Barden. Carters roamed around, helping freshman carry their stuff to their dorms. Parents gave their children their goodbyes, and the student pushed them away, saying they were too cool for this, even though they were sad inside.
One girl stood out from the crowd. No parents bidding farewell, no little siblings asking for her room back home. She came by a taxi, just like a student the year previous.
She exited the taxi, Beats headphones plastered to her head. A one shoulder tank top hugged her top half and high rise jeans covered her mile long legs. Her shirt was a silvery, shimmery fabric and her jeans were black denim. Black hidden wedge converse were on her feet. Her skin was nicely tanned, despite her Irish and Scottish heritage. Her wrists were completely covered in bracelets and her fingers covered by rings, all silver. Three necklaces draped around her neck, all silver. Her fire red hair curled naturally around her face and neck, her green eyes darting around, looking at the signs. As she looked she mouthed words to the song she was listening to.
Her name was Addie Patrick. And this is her story.
×- Addie POV -×
I stared at the signs, trying to find Baker Hall, when a perky blonde came up to me. She wore the Barden green signature shirt. As she got closer, she began to say, "Hi there! Welcome to Barden University! What dorm?"
I knew the name, but with my nerves, I had to look at my hand where it was written. "Um, Baker Hall?"
Her eyes grew wide as I snapped my gum in her face. She shook it off with a smile and began talking, "Alright. So what you're gonna do is go..."
I spaced as a Convertible stopped next to me, its top down. I looked over, seeing a lovely Indian couple in the front two seat. In the back, behind the passenger side seat, was a boy. He had to be in his Junior year of college. He was ultimate definition of hipster, complete with skinny jeans, small pompadour, and thick black rims.
The radio was clear as day, playing 'Remember the Name' by Fort Minor. The boy looked at me as he sang the chorus.
"This is ten percent luck and twenty percent skill
Fifteen percent concentrated power of will
Five percent pleasure, fifteen percent pain
And a hundred percent reason to remember the-"
Right then, the car pulled away, taking his voice away down the street. I turned back to the blond, who was finishing her directions to Baker Hall.
"And here is your official BU Rape Whistle. Don't blow it unless it's actually happening."
I raised an eyebrow, sticking the whistle in my mouth and walking away with my luggage. As I walked thru a type of courtyard, I passed a group of senior boys, rating the girls that walked passed. As I passed, I flipped my hair over my shoulder, swinging my hips more than needed.
The boys gave cat calls and whistles, growling like the dogs they were. They all held up 10's, except for one boy who help up an 8. I raised an eyebrow and walked towards him.
"What? Only a eight for lil' ol' me? Well I guess I'll havta work ta raise it, huh?" I said, raking my nails across his chest. I added in my accent to give me a little appeal boost. He automatically held up a 10, swallowing shakily.
"That's what I thought," I whispered, walking away. The guys began to hound the boy as I walked away. I snapped my gum, thinking, 'Boys are all the same. Twitch your hips and act ditzy and they will bang you on the spot.'
It's not like I WANTED the attention, I just liked using my looks to my advantage. I mean, I was able to get all the boy in high school to do my homework and pay for my lunch. The best part? I always got out of sex, making me a diamond in the rough, aka, a girl who still had her V-card.
Might as well use it to my advantage in college too, right?
I found my dorm and my room easily after asking a big girl with blonde hair in an awesome do she called the "orthodox Jew ponytail". When I asked her name, she told me it was Fat Amy. I had raised an eyebrow and she replied with, "It's so twig bitches like you don't call me it behind my back."
I had respectfully replied with, "You got balls, Fat Amy. I can tell we will be good friends."
I opened the room door and was hit with the sweet sound of remixes. I stepped in to see a small brunette sitting at a personal remix station. She was already unpacked and had headphones over her ears. I set my things on the bed and tapped her shoulder. She turned, her eyes landing on me. She was incredible pretty and, apparently, crazy talented. Thousands of remixes were in a file labeled "Beca's Mixes".
"So you must be Madylen, right?" she asked, turning fully towards me. She wore a red tank, black skinnys, and combat boots. She had a few piercings in her ears, which added to her punk persona.
I cringed at my full name. "Yea, but you can just call me Addie. Everyone does."
She stretched out a hand, saying, "Alright Addie. I'm-"
"Beca. I can tell by your remix folder name." I shook her hand, smiling.
"Very observant. Brava. Just one thing, please don't touch my equipment. It's like my own child if I had one."
"Understandable. I don't touch your equipment, you don't touch my guitar. Deal?"
She raised a brow, asking, "Guitar?"
"Yeah," I said motioning to the case on the bed. "She's my baby."
"She? Does she have a name?" Beca asked as I unlatched the case. I pulled it out, showing her.
"Yeah. She's Reeah. Named after my mama. She died when I was ten, and she willed me her guitar," I answered. My smile faded slightly, but came back full power as I continued to unpack.
Beca spoke up behind me, "Sorry, man. My parents are just divorced, so I wouldn't know how you feel, but I bet it's a bitch."
I laughed, looking over at her, saying, "You have no idea."
She checked her watch, standing up. As she reached for the door, she turned to me. "You going to the activities fair?"
I shrugged, spitting my gum in a nearby garbage can. "Wasn't planning on it. Is it any good?"
"Yeah," she grabbed my wrist pulling me with her. "I've got a booth you might like, so let's go."
The activities fair was definitely a sight. Beca left to go to her booth, which I promised to go to later. I wandered, checking the booths out. A group of frat boys walked past, chanting something about safety in name and numbers, whatever that was about. I heard singing a little ways ahead and decided to go check it out.
What I saw shocked me.
By a brick wall, there was a nice sized group of guys, singing 'The Real Slim Shady' by Eminem. Their leader was a cute sophomore in a Breakfast Club tee. I watched as he started the chorus. His voice was great and he sang the lyrics with confidence.
" 'Cause I'm Slim Shady, yes I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up,
Please stand up, please stand up?
'Cause I'm Slim Shady, yes I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up,
Please stand up, please stand up?"
As he sang, I scoped the boys in this group. There was one, another sophomore, who was wearing a Start Wars shirt, who passed out fliers to the boys who stopped to watch and listen to the group, which I figured out was called The Treblemakers due to the big sign behind them on the brick wall. There was a boy on a unicycle with a fro who looked like Corbin Bleu. Other boys dances around, singing and beat boxing different beats so they could get the song right without any instrumental help. Behind the leader was a circle of boys who hid someone I couldn't see properly.
As the leader finished his part though, the group dispersed, revealing the boy in the Convertible from earlier. He began to rap the next part fluidly.
"I'm like a head trip to listen to, cause I'm only giving you
Things you joke about with your friends inside your living room
The only difference is I got the balls to say it
In front of y'all and I don't gotta be false or sugarcoated at all
I just get on the mic and spit it
And whether you like to admit it I just shit it
Better than ninety percent of you rappers out can
Then you wonder how can kids eat up these albums like Valiums
It's funny; cause at the rate I'm going when I'm thirty
I'll be the only person in the nursing home flirting
Pinching nurses asses when I'm jacking off with Jergens
And I'm jerkin but this whole bag of Viagra isn't working
And every single person is a Slim Shady lurking
He could be working at Burger King, spitting on your onion rings
Or in the parking lot, circling
Screaming "I don't give a fuck!"
With his windows down and his system up
So, will the real Shady please stand up?
And put one of those fingers on each hand up?
And be proud to be outta your mind and outta control
And one more time, loud as you can, how does it go?"
The leader sang the chorus again, gaining the attention of everyone since the song was about over. I moved from where I was, thinking, "I think this will be the perfect time to make myself known." I slid past everyone, going behind the brick wall. As he started the chorus for the last time, I jumped up on the brick wall, looking down at the boys who still had no clue. From across the way, I saw Beca's eyes widen as she got the attention of the girl at her booth. They stared at me with their eyes wide and mouthes agape.
The leader saw this too, finished the chorus, and had everyone turn to see me.
I merely said, "Ha ha. Guess there's a Slim Shady in all of us. Fuck it, let's all stand up."
The crowd laughed with glee, clapping at my sudden appearance. I sat on the wall, smiling at the guys before saying, "What? You expect me to sit out instead of singing the final line in one of my favourite songs?"
The guys looked to their leader, waiting for his reaction. He merely smiled and reached out a hand, saying, "No I don't, but if you want to join an a cappella group, you might want to go to a different group. This one is strictly male."
The guys snickered as he helped me down. I retorted to their snickers with, "Oh really? Then who in this group is a criminal? A basketcase? And most importantly, which one is the princess? Cause my guess is Ghandi over there," I said as I pointed to the boy from earlier.
He gasped at my insult, feigning hurt. "Oh come on baby, your words cut deeper than a knife," he said, coming closer.
I stood my ground, our toes touching. I smirked, saying, "Be cautious, laddie. Us Irish ladies be the feisty type. Ya never know when we'll snap," adding extra emphasis to the "p" of "snap". His eyes grew wide as I turned back to the leader.
"You know the Breakfast Club?" he asked, a cheesy grin on his face. "Prove it. What does Judd Nelson eat for breakfast?"
"Like all misunderstood rebels, he feeds on hipocracy... and black coffee," I say with a wink.
He smiles wider and holds out his hand, "Jesse. And you?"
I shake his hand, about to answer when Beca called out, walking towards us.
"Addie!" she yelled as she ran towards us. She stopped in front of us, panting slightly. "That was hilarious!" She turned to Jesse. "Sorry, but it was."
He shrugged, "Understandable. That was pretty epic." He looked back to Beca's stand. "I think you're needed back there though, Bec."
I looked over to see the group of girls waving frantically to get Beca's attention. She gave a sigh and nodded. "Yeah, I better go before anything major happens."
She stood on her tiptoes and kissed Jesse. My eyes widened upon seeing they were an item. She began to walk away, pulling me with her. We were stopped when Ghandi stepped in front of me.
"You can't think I'm gonna let you slip away that easily," he said, a smirk on his face.
I smirked back, my accent taking over again, "I was 'oping ta get off the 'ook, but I guess I was wrong."
"At least give me your name."
'Did he not hear Beca yell my name or somethin?' I thought to myself. I smile, deciding to have fun with this, and say to him, "No can do, laddie."
He gave a smirk, crossing his arms. "Alright. Then I will just use what I know about Irish Mythology and give you a name..."
I smiled, saying, "Good luck."
I began to walk away when I heard him say, "Thanks, Nessa." I glanced back with a smile before being pulled along by Beca once more.
As we walked, I said, "So... you and Jesse, huh?"
She shoved me aside as we grew closer to her booth. I could still feel those eyes on me as we walked away.