"What the hell, Beca?!" Said the one and only Aubrey Posen. "Were you trying to mess us up?"
It was the semi-finals, and Beca had just tampered with their set. Aubrey doesn't seem too pleased about it.
"Are you serious?" Asked the short brunette, her eyebrows sky high.
She did tamper with the set. But on good intentions. The judges were prectically snoozing.
"Newsflash. This isn't the Beca Show." The blonde was fuming. Beca was almost expecting the vomit to spew out of the Bella's mouth.
"Okay, I'm sorry that I messed you up, but in case you hadn't noticed, everybody pretty much dozed off during our set." They were arguing now. Jesus Christ, help.
"It's not your job to decide what we do and when we do it. Why don't you ask the rest of the group how they felt about your little improvisation?" The brunette turned to Fat Amy. The bigger Bella didn't look up from her fingers.
"Amy?" The DJ looked up at her friend. She needed opinions.
"It was cool. But it did take us a little bit by surprise." The bigger blonde admitted. Well, at least she thought it was cool, right?
"Yeah, a lot by surprise." Aubrey retorted. Oh god, help me.
"Mmmm a little." Amy mumbled under her breath.
"I told you she wasn't a Bella." Aubrey was looking straight into her eyes now. And for some strange reason, Beca stared her down. That sudden boost of confidence was gone in a split second. She ended up looking at the floor instead.
"Aubrey, don't-" said Chloe. Of course she'd be defending Beca. The red head was the one who recruited her in the first place.
"No, that's okay. You don't have to pretend, you're allowed to have a say in the group, right?" The brunette said rather angrily, successfully cutting off the redhead. Beca saw something in Chloe's eyes, hurt? Maybe it was just Beca's overactive imagination.
"Your attitude sucks. You're a grade-A pain in my ass, and I know you're hooking up with Jesse." Jesse. Holy Crap, why him? Of all the fucking people in the fucking world, she had to think that Beca had a fucking crush on him. Un-fucking-believable.
"Woah, woah, Aubrey, calm down. We're not hooking up, I swear." Speak of the fucking devil. Jesus, Joseph and Mary. Why does the world hate her? Why just, why?
"Jesus Christ! That's perfect. Of course you're here right now. I don't need your help, okay? Can you back off?" She spat at the treble boy. She was angry. She was fucking infuriated. Why does this shit have to happen to her?
"Trebles. Time to bring the pain." Said a boy with brown curly hair. Benji. Jesus, she couldn't take this anymore. She wanted to cry, scream, kill everybody in the world, and kill herself at the same fucking time. But, she couldn't do that here. Not now. Not in front of the Bellas.
"If this is what I get for trying..." And with that, she scampered off. She didn't really care where the fuck she was going, but anywhere but here would be fucking amazing.
"Beca! Beca, wait!" She could hear Benji call out to her. No, She won't fucking wait, she's fucking tired of waiting.
She called for a cab. And when the cab did come. She immediately said "Barden University." And off she went.
A year and a half later.
She was interning at Jupiter Records for half a year now, and she still hasn't gotten her big break. But, maybe just maybe, that will change today. Maybe her boss, who promised to listen to her demos like a month ago, already listened to them. God forbid, maybe even like them. Ah, that would be the day.
After semifinals, she moved to LA. Her dad promised her that he'd pay for her apartment for a year. Six months ago, he stopped paying for it. Which made it officially Beca's responsibility. And also her problem. Because she is paid minimum wage at Jupiter Records, she had to take a job as a waitress at a nearby bakery. Her life sucks. That's just it.
She also got a cat named Butch, cause reasons.
Beca had just woke up. Her head throbbed like a son of a bitch. She knew drinking was a horrible idea, yet she did drink the night before because she's a fucking dumbass who's best friend is ignorance. Great way to start a work day.
She looked at her alarm clock. Holy shit, it's 7:30. Late for the enth time this week. Fucking awesome.
She begrudgingly got up from her bed, and went to the bathroom to brush her teeth. But her stomach had other plans for her. She threw up once she entered her once clean bathroom. Great, something she had to clean up later. The puke didn't even make it to the toilet. Great.
After cleaning up the puke, and taking a freezing cold shower (cause the heater was being a real bitch and didn't wanna work.) She worked on her make up to at least look a little bit presentable.
Beca looked at herself in the bathroom mirror, she looked like shit. She had bags under her eyes, her pale fucking skin didn't really help her. It just made them look ten times darker.
She grabbed her tube of concealer and put a shit ton of concealer on her face. After finally hiding her unholy eyebags, concealer is a gift of God. She applied her eyeliner, which was usually thick, but she was frustrated because her head hurts so she gave up making it thick.
After making herself look human, she craved coffee and waffles. She needed the caffeine in her system if she wanted to actually function like a normal human being for the rest of the day. This was gonna be a long day.
She decided to grab coffee at that little coffee shop she always went to, and maybe grab a waffle too.
She grabbed her car keys, told Butch, who was still asleep, that she'd be back at four, and went out of her apartment.
She rode down the elevator and hopped on her car. The engine hummed when she started the car. Of course this car was provided by her father, he said it was absolutely nesessary. It was a dark blue Kia, she absolutely loved it, it symbolized that she had bern set free to rome LA and carry out her dream. But, the strangest thing is, here in LA she isn't... Happy. Which is fucking weird, cause this is where she wanted to be all her life. Beca was about to reach for her iPod, but her bag wasn't there. Shit. Why? For the love of God, Why? All she wanted was to go to work, looking and functioning, like an actual human being. Great. Just fucking peachy.
She got out of her car and stomped her way back to her apartment. Practically yelling at her cat for sleeping in her way.
When she got back to her car, she literally dug out her iPod and plugged it on it's docking station in the car. She looked through her songs and selected The Kill by 30 Seconds to Mars. Then she was off, for real this time.
What if I wanted to break
Laugh it all off in your face
What would you do? (Oh, oh)
What if I fell to the floor
Couldn't take all this anymore
What would you do, do, do?
This song was literally one of her favorites, one of her first, um lady jams if you will. Damnit, Chloe how could she use the term lady jams without feeling weird.
Come break me down
Bury me, bury me
I am finished with you
Beca sang along to the chorus, and did a little head bang thing.
What if I wanted to fight
Beg for the rest of my life
What would you do?
You say you wanted more
What are you waiting for?
I'm not running from you (from you)
It would be a total lie if she said she didn't think of the bellas, of how hurt Chloe looked when Beca cut her off at the semi-finals.
Come break me down
Bury me, bury me
I am finished with you
Look in my eyes
You're killing me, killing me
All I wanted was you
I tried to be someone else
But nothing seemed to change
I know now, this is who I really am inside.
Finally found myself
Fighting for a chance.
I know now, this is who I really am.
Ah, ah
Oh, oh
Ah, ah
Come break me down
Bury me, bury me
I am finished with you, you, you.
Look in my eyes
You're killing me, killing me
All I wanted was you
She was humming along and sometimes even doing that scream-o bit.
Come break me down (bury me, bury me)
Break me down (bury me, bury me)
Break me down (bury me, bury me)
(You say you wanted more)
What if I wanted to break...?
(What are you waiting for?)
Bury me, bury me
(I'm not running from you)
What if I
What if I
What if I
What if I
Bury me, bury me
By the time the song ended, she was at Jupiter Recods' parking lot. She took her iPod off the docking station and stuffed the gadget in her bag.
Once she entered, she heard her boss talking in the meeting room. Crap. She forgot, there was a meeting.
She entered the meeting room in the most awkward way possible. "Reggie, you're late." Her boss said. Uh, can the earth open up and swallow her? Please? That would really be fucking amazing.
"Anyway, before you arrived, in the rudest way possible if I may add, I was just talking about our new client, Chloe Beale." Beca's heart stopped. Chloe Beale? As in the Chloe Beale? Crap.
A/N: Reader? Ya still there? Awesome. Yeah please don't bail on me. I know I should quit trying to write multichaps, but I couldn't fucking help myself, okay? I'm writing all this with my phone by the way. I totally blame autocorrect for some errors. This just erupted out of pure boredom, hope you stay I have more plans for our dear dear otp. So, make yourself comfortable, grab a chair or some shit. This is gonna be a really bumpy ride.
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