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Ardor of Music, Chapter 1
Beca was one's typical image of an "alt. girl": ear monstrosities, heavy eyeliner, and a series of black, leather clothing that seemed to fade into one another. This comfortable fit into an archetype was the result of her parents' divorce that had left her emotionally damaged. It all sounded so typical, poor white girl reads Slyvia Plath and listens to a record amount of Nirvana. However, Rebecca Mitchell was different, she had natural talent for something that possessed her being: music. Beca could mix better than anyone she knew or heard, the bass lines and match-ups just came to her as if Mozart was her predecessor.
Her father, a Literature professor at Barden University, was obviously not familiar with DJing as a profession and encouraged, well forced, Beca to earn a degree at Barden. He saw it as a practical way to pay back his admittedly neglected daughter by giving her a free education that would lead to a steady career. Beca agreed to this because she didn't have much of an alternative, her mother in Connecticut couldn't afford to send her to Los Angeles, where her true ambitions lay, and she didn't particularly want student loans up to her eyeballs.
Beca grudgingly started a new chapter in her life at Barden University and made a deal with her father to participate in a university related activity to fund her exploits in LA. The problem was, she had no idea as to what activity was worth investing her precious time into at a stereotypically white, Northeastern school with an insignificant population with a passion for music boiled down to a dusty radio station and a confederacy of a cappella groups hell-bent on winning some national award according to the bitchy blonde that spoke to her at the activity fair. But Beca couldn't get her mind off of the preppy redhead that first enlightened her of the wonders of a capella. Her crystal blue eyes fixated Beca with such a passion for music that she connected to instantly.
After her deal with her father, Beca went off to shower to contemplate her options without the distraction of her seemingly always annoyed roommate, Kimmy Jin. Beca turned on the hot stream of water and lost herself in her latest inspiration for a mix: "Titanium" by David Guetta. She was just getting to the chorus as she heard a rude disturbance behind her.
"You can sing!" exclaimed the overzealous redhead from the activity fair that she had found so intriguing.
"What are you doing? Get out!" Beca yelled in embarrassment and distrust in whatever her body was prone to do next. The redhead went on rambling about how she had to join the Bellas and something about Prince's butt, the only thing Beca could concentrate on was looking at the ceiling to avoid getting too turned on from the hot, wet shower with her ginger affixation. She didn't consider herself gay, she'd never considered it. There was just this draw to the ginger who had introduced herself as Chloe that Beca had never experienced before. Chloe, enthusiastic as ever despite the conditions, insisted that Beca sing to her and seeing no other option, Beca did so.
The harmonizing of "Titanium" was like nothing Beca had ever heard, she stared intensely into Chloe's sea-like eyes the entire time focused on the sound. After the natural music ceased to fill the air, an unexpected tension emerged that both women felt as they slowly realized how close they were to one other mentally and physically at this point. Unfortunately, Beca's analysis of Chloe's soft-looking lips stopped when an impatient looking college guy appeared behind Chloe. The trance was broken and Chloe turned her heel regretfully to join her former partner in the other shower leaving Beca to her own thoughts.