Emily Junk paced back and forth in front of the recruitment table she had just finished setting up for the freshman orientation activity fair. She was about to start her
sophomore year at Barden University, as well as her first year as leader of the a cappella world-champion Barden Bellas. Everyone else in the group had graduated, leaving her to fend for herself and build the team up from scratch. Everything had to be perfect.

"Em, the freshman aren't gonna be here for three hours, calm down." Beca Mitchell, previous leader of the Bellas and recent graduate, said to her.

"I know, but what if I can't find nine girls? What if no one wants to be a Bella? What if everyone still thinks we're a laughing stock?"

"Dude, we just won the a cappella world championship, we're hardly a laughing stock," Beca told her, "Actually forget that."

"Don't listen to Beca," Benji Applebaum, whom Emily had been dating for the past three months, reassured her, "Wait to see how today goes before you freak out. But you'll be fine."

"Yeah, yeah, you're right. I can do this." Emily said, more to reassure herself than Beca and Benji. She was determined to do this.

Bridget Swanson lay on the futon in her brother's apartment, face in her pillow, trying desperately to get as much sleep as she possibly could. Her alarm had gone off fifteen minutes ago.

She was moving into her dorm at Barden that day to start her first year of college. Apparently her parents had seen enough of Barden in her brother's four years there, so she had crashed at his apartment the previous night so they wouldn't have to make the trip early in the morning.

"Bridget! Time to wake up!" Speak of the devil.

Bridget groaned in response to his sing-song-y wake up call. What did he think this was, a Disney movie?

Probably.

"Bridge, seriously you gotta get up." He said, sitting on her bed.

She didn't respond.

So he proceeded to pull the blanket off of her.

"Jesse!"

"Bridget!"

"Why do I have to get up right now?"

"Because you have to move into college today. And I told Benji I'd meet him at eleven."

"I'll just get Beca to drive me," Bridget said, sitting up.

"Beca's already there." Jesse said and proceeded to leave the room.

"What!?" Bridget reluctantly got out of bed and followed Jesse into his small kitchen.

"She went to meet up with Emily."

"And I thought I liked Beca. I thought she was on my side, sleeping in late."

"Yes, but Beca's an adult now, and we adults have to get up early to be productive."

"You're 22."

"I don't see your point."

Bridget just stared at him.

"Are you ready to move in?"

"Well, I'm not dressed obviously, but besides that yes."

"Good. Go change, we'll get breakfast on the way."

Bridget groaned and dragged herself back to the living room to get clothes.

"Baker Hall…memories, man." Jesse said as they stood in front of the door to Bridget's room.

"What?" Bridget said, putting her new key into the door.

"Nothing, just, Beca lived here freshman year."

"Gross."

Jesse opened his mouth to retaliate but Bridget had already walked into the room.

Inside was a blonde girl decorating her side of the room, which was much too pink in Bridget's opinion.

"Hey, you must be Heather," Bridget said.

"Oh hi!" the girl turned around, beaming, "That's me! You're Bridget I'm assuming."

"Yup." Bridget smiled at her, but was a little wary of Heather's perkiness. She turned to look at Jesse, whose arms were still holding boxes stacked so that he could barely see over them. "Jess, you can put the boxes down, you know."

"Right," Jesse said, dropping the boxes on the bed and sitting next to them.

"Oh em aca-gee, you're Jesse Swanson!" Heather said, bounding over to him.

"Um, yeah…" Jesse said. Bridget eyed him suspiciously.

"Sorry, I'm a big fan," Heather said. "I saw you perform at regionals the past three years, you guys are awesome."

"Oh, cool. I graduated though…"

"Oh I know. But I really want to be a Barden Bella. Wait, are you still dating Beca Mitchell?"

"Yeah, wh-"

"Oh good, I totally ship you two."

"Right, well," Bridget said, opening the door, "We should probably get going. Don't want to keep your girlfriend waiting."

"Yes…" Jesse quickly followed Bridget out of the room.

"Wait for me!" Heather yelled, but they were gone before she could catch up.

"Hi, would you like to be a member of the B-" Emily tried to hand to girls a flyer but they just brushed past her and snickered. "This is useless," She said, slamming the stack of flyers onto the table.

"If it makes you feel better, this is exactly what happened to Chloe and Aubrey four years ago. And they got a team that went on to be world champions." Beca said.

"It's gonna be fine," Benji said.

Beca saw Jesse and Bridget walking up to the table and nudged Emily's side, "Well, I've got at least one girl for ya."

"Who?"

"What's up, my aca-people?" Jesse said when he got to the table.

"You can go back home," Beca told him.

"Hey Jesse!" Emily said, "Who is this?

"This is my somewhat-lovely sister, and your newest Bella."

"I'm Bridget," she said, sending a glare Jesse's way, "it's nice to meet you."

"You too! Is he joking about the Bella thing?" Emily said, breaking into a whiper, "Please tell me he's not joking."

"No, no. I'll be at auditions."

"Oh thank god."

"Hey Beca, Benji," Bridget said, acknowledging the two others who had been at the table.

"Hey," Beca and Benji said simultaneously.

Jesse walked over to Benji, giving him a bro hug, which Benji awkwardly tried to reciprocate. Bridget just shook her head.

"You actually let him move you in, huh." Beca said, leaning on the table as Emily went back to flyering.

"I didn't have much of a choice," Bridget said. "You had to go and leave before I even got up."

"Oh yeah, sorry about that."

At that moment, Jesse and Benji burst into laughter over apparently nothing.

"How do you live with them?" Bridget asked Beca.

"I ask myself the same question on a daily basis. I'm seriously considering moving back into the Bella house."

"I would."

"BRIDGET!" Bridget cringed when she heard Heather's voice, and jumped when the girl appeared at her side. "I found you guys!"

"Hey, Heather," Bridget got out, "Um, this is Beca."

"Oh wow, you're Beca! You're a lot prettier up close."

"Um…" Beca asked, taken aback.

"You know," Bridget said, trying to save Beca, "You should go talk to Emily. She's in charge of the Bellas this year."

"Ooh good idea!" Heather said, and headed toward Emily.

"Who was that?" Beca demanded.

"My roommate. She's kind of obsessed with a cappella. And a bit of a stalker apparently." Bridget said, making a mental note to apologize to Emily later.

"And I thought my freshman roommate was bad."