Beca Mitchell had not planned on enjoying any part of her move to Barden. It had only occurred when her mom had found out that her ex-husband actually worked at one of the top high schools in the state, and as the duo had been low on funds previously, it seemed like the perfect solution. Well, perfect for her mom anyway. Beca could only think of all the injustices she now had to suffer attending some stuffy nerd school while living with Phil (she refused to call him Dad), and the step-monster. So needless to say, the entire drive up to the house was only filled with silence and general annoyance of the whole situation. Unable to believe that her mom made her move to the other side of the state, where she knew no one other than family, was absurd to her.

Well, the absurdity probably would have affected her a lot more if she really had any friends back at her old home. Which she didn't. All parties except Beca involved in the move thought it would be good to get a fresh start, to meet new people who maybe didn't have to know that Beca had been the most snarky and antisocial person back at her old school (which was odd to consider, as there was no way she was going to be any less snarky). In fact, Beca didn't plan on trying to make any new friends that year, to just skate through high school until she could get her degree and move till L.A. This plan might have even worked, if not for Chloe Beale.

They had only just pulled into the driveway when Beca finally looked up and took stock on her new surroundings. Every house on the block was at least 2 stories high, all with uniform large lawns and garages. Basically any classy white suburb she ever saw in a movie. Grabbing her DJing equipment out of the trunk (Phil refused to let her work on mixes on the drive, saying she needed to do homework), her father finally engaged her in conversation.

"Man that was a long drive," he sighed, stretching once he stood upright, "what do you think of this area?" She only shrugged, adjusting the strap off her bag as if to indicate she just wanted to drop her stuff off and go inside. Thankfully, he got the hint, opening the front door so she could place her things down in a somewhat safe spot. And then the step-monster came.

It wasn't that Shelia wasn't nice, because she was, but it all seemed so forced. Like every smile was plastered the way a stage performer would, that all her lines were on cues cards just behind Beca so she knew how to act. There was no connection between the two, only forced respect. And Shelia's favorite kind of forcing was through her death hugs, which encased the younger girl in upon first sight.

"Oh Beca it's so good to have you with us! How was the drive? Do you need any help settling in? Oh, there's so many things…." Honestly, the squished girl lost interest in anything she was saying very quickly, and all thoughts were focused on what was the best way to escape this extended contact. Eventually, she wiggled her way out and was given the tour which ended in her room.

The room previously must have been Shelia's son's room, as it was covered in posters and trophies. Fingers twitching to take them all down, she had the strong feeling that the older duo's statements that she could alter the room in any way she wanted wasn't true. However, as soon as they left, she got to work, taking down all the pinup posters (seriously, they didn't take down the Playboy girl stuff before she arrived?), friendly photos and such to put up her own. Well not photos per se, rather just posters from various bands spanning many different styles. She also cleared the work desk of all the random trinkets the former inhabitant must have left there, instead setting up her mixing station of her laptop and sound boards there.

The whole process took about an hour, which was completely exhausting to the five foot nothing girl, having to strain to place the posters high enough for her liking, which led to her falling asleep on her bed without even thinking about closing her blinds, much less the fact of looking out the window to see what was across from her.

Beca was awakened to the sound of knocking. Must be Phil.., she thought annoyed, pulling the covers further over herself and pretending to still be asleep when he walked in and out. Once she was sure to hear no sounds, she finally arose out of bed, stretching and looking around. Realizing that she left the blinds open, she moved to close them in order to actually change. However, she was immobilized by the sight before her.

There was a girl. In her pajamas. Dancing.

She looked like she was singing too, (Beca couldn't hear anything as both her and this girl had their windows closed), with a hairbrush in hand as a mic and orange hair flying around her like how the rays of light encased the sun. It ridiculously enticing. Beca couldn't even get a good look at this girl, much less actually realize that in trying to see this girl's face she was staring. So when the dancer finally turned to look at her, turquoise eyes focused on her, Beca barely even noticed. She was paying more attention to the fact that her face was flushed from moving around so much, and that her hair was messy but seemed to suit her. Only when a white piece of paper was covering the ginger's face did she snap out of it.

Like what you see?

Beca became flustered upon seeing this, grabbing the closest pad of paper (which just happened to be a sketchbook), to respond back.

I wasn't expecting dancing.

The girl just laughed, and Beca sort of wished that she could actually hear it, which didn't make sense because why care. The ginger went to write more, some snarky comment about she should have, and the conversation continued pen on paper across windows until the girl looked over her shoulder at some disturbance unknown to the brunette.

Gotta go :( what's ur name btw?

(Her writing became more and more text talk as the conversation had continued)

Beca.

I'm Chloe. Nice to meet you! :)

And with that, Chloe closed the blinds to her room, and Beca just sat there in awe of this sudden exposure that was the first of many to come.