Through the Mask I See Chapter 1, a pitch perfect fanfic

Beca Mitchell grumpily walked into the run down bar, the only light besides the ones lighting up the beers was the fake torches on the wall, illuminating the bar a bit. The bar itself was supposed to be tavern like, and Beca liked the closeness of it. The small brunette stalked up to the bar, a depressed look in her blue eyes as she sat down on the creaky wooden stool.

"Beca?" The familiar voice of the bartender filled her ears and she looked up, her frown being replaced by a small smile. "Hey Jim, how's the fiance?" She asked, pulling her leather jacket off and placing it around the chair she sat, "Can I get a rum and coke please?" The older man shrugged, moving to get her drink. "Hey kid, what's up? And don't moan and shrug like you normally do- It's 12 and the only reason I'm giving you a drink is because you're a friend." He set it straight, placing the alcohol infront of her.

Beca bit her lip, taking the glass and sipping it slowly, "It's just.. a bad day for me. I doubt you'd wanna hear my problems." She dismissed, shaking her head and watching her hands shake erratically. Jim just laughed, "I have time, fifteen hours to be exact," He informed her kindly, tapping his fingers lightly on the wooden bar. "No it's fine, I'll just have this drink and g-" She was cut off by Jim. "Becs, I see you come in here everyday, you are in this slump that never ends. You rarely smile and just ask for a drink and we get some small talk in before you retreat back to wherever it is you come from. And I like you Kid, I want to help you. So, I've got time to hear your misfortunes."

Beca let her dark blue eyes travel up to Jim, trying to decide if she should trust this man or not. This man that she'd learn to know over the course of a few months. "It all started the beginning of my senior year..."

*Beca's POV from Here on Out*

"Come and see the fun! Baker Avenue at 5 PM," My best friend Jesse called, standing on the wooden bench in the mall. He was chanting words off of the flyer we'd been giving out for the past hour or so. We'd only passed out 60 of the 150 we'd printed and so far we were a bit out of luck.

"I dunno Beca, I don't think people are getting our message," Jesse said, jumping down from where he stood to be standing next to me. I laughed, "Of course not, well, at least not how you're doing it.. But once we have Luke video our little.. 'message', we wont have to worry about that." I replied, turning to him. "What do you mean? Passing out flyers was your idea Mitchell!" He complained, but I didn't really care, as for I was staring into the glass window across the walk way where the coffee shop was.

Inside stood the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen. Her name was Chloe Beale and I knew her by association at school. God, just thinking of her name did things to me that... oh god.. She was this tall, graceful woman with ginger curly hair and the bluest eyes I've ever seen. She was the new girl at school and was already the schools sweetheart. I was broken out of my trance by Jesse who was smiling like an idiot, "You wanted us to pass out flyers so you could gawk at Beale? That's classic! Beca Mitchell has a crush, who knew?" I tried to say no as he threw an arm around me, shoving one of our flyers into my hand.

"You should totally go talk to her!" He sparked, starting to push me over there as I had a tiny meltdown. "What? No! Pfft! Dude, I will die! I will literally die and you'll have to clean up my remains!" I protested, my legs walking forward instead of obeying my command. "Oh come on! You'll be great!" He coaxed, pushing me through the door of the shop before walking off.

As soon as the bell sounded that a new customer had walked in, Chloe's eyes flipped to me, a smile now on her lips. I looked down at the flyer in my hand, Now or never Mitchell, time to grow some balls. I thought to myself before walking up to the register, giving Chloe the kindest of smiled. "Ugh... hi," I greeted, flashing her an awkward smile and awaiting her reply.

Chloe took what seemed like years to reply, looking me over before opening her mouth, "Hello there Beca, fancy seeing you here," She greeted and my face was red as soon as she'd said my name. "Well, you see, that's why I'm here actually." I lifted my arm and released the flyer out of the death grip I had on it. The paper drifted onto the counter and I slid it towards her.

"Hmm.. let's see.." The ginger said, picking up the flyer and read the words, "Oh honey, you want me to go to this?" She asked, gesturing to the paper. Beca nodded hopefully, "It's going to be a lot of fun," I tried to use to coax her. Chloe thought about it for a moment before nodding, "Alright Mitchell, I'll go.. On one condition," She informed me.

"I'll do anything." I told her truthfully, nodding for her to go on. "I'll go... If you'll sit with me and my friends on Monday. You seem like a really cool person and all you ever do is hang out with that Jesse kid and Benji." I flushed at the idea. Me? Hanging out with Chloe Beale, Aubrey Posen, and Stacie Chambers? It seemed like a fantasy. "I'll do it.." I said after a few moments of imagining myself at their table.

"I can probably take Tom too, if that's alright.." I froze. I had forgotten all about Chloe's boyfriend and now that I remembered I tried to recover easily, "The more the merrier." I replied before Chloe smiled, "I guess I'll see you later then?"

"Later.."

I was freaking out. No, I wasn't freaking out because of the crowd of 130 people outside the lot that we'd put specifically on the flyers and advertisements. I wasn't freaking out because Benji was late and we would be going on in less than twenty minutes, but I was freaking out because Chloe Beale was in the front row, sitting next to Aubrey Posen and her boyfriend Tom who'd clearly brought some of his friends; Bumper Allen and Donald Sellers to be exact.

I gulped audibly, staring at them in the front row and I felt more nervous than before. "Don't worry about it mate, getting stage fright is normal for big performers like you! Everyone get scared every once in a while," I could hear Luke, our video man trying to give Jesse a pep-talk. It was almost on cue then that Benji ran in through the back door, out of breath and looking a bit frazzled.

"Who the hell invited Bumper?" He asked in a troubled tone and I winced, raising my hand. "Beca! He tried to corner me on the way in here! Do you know what would've happened if he got to these?" He asked, revealing our masks that he kept in his duffle bag. "I'm sorry Benj- I invited Chloe Beale who invited Tom who invited-" I gestured to the outside before walking towards the bag.

We originally thought of wearing the masks as a way to have people focus less on us and more on our music. But then we realized something, if we kept our identities secret, it'd make us more special. People would eventually want to find out who these people are and that the secret could shape our popularity. Each mask was different and special in their own ways.

Mine was a half face mask that went down past my nose and did a triangular point on my cheeks. It was a rabbit, a white rabbit. It showed my eyes and I would use face paint to paint the rest of my face white, black liner over my lips. I would wear rabbit ears that looked a bit ragged. Jesse's mask was less complicated but it spoke the most. It was a full face mask that split diagonally unevenly. Half was clockwork, gears and cogs of many kind that seemed to come off of the mask almost, and the other half was a mirror. Benji's mask was another full face mask that was all white, eyebrows and lips had been drawn on there and nothing else. It was plain and simple.

Once we all had ours on, Luke pulled a black eye-mask on and a top hat, in his right hand he held is video camera and looked at his watch, "Let's do this," He declared in his British accent, while we straightened our vest suits out that we all agreed to wear. "Let's rock this nerds!" I replied, taking a deep breath.

Once the music started, the crowd started to cheer for us, not even knowing what to expect as we opened the garage.

[Beca:] Don't wanna be an American Idiot!

[Benji:] Don't want a nation under the new mania
And can you hear the sound of hysteria?

[Jesse:] The subliminal mind fuck America.

One by one, Beca, Benji, then Jesse hopped onto the back of Luke's truck. Beca picked up her guitar and Benji picked up his bass as they all ran to their mics.

[All:] Welcome to a new kind of tension.
All across the alienation.
Where everything isn't meant to be okay.
Television dreams of tomorrow.
We're not the ones who're meant to follow.
For that's enough to argue.

Beca and Jesse lent up against each other, Jesse wrapping an arm around Beca before she pulled him off.

[Benji:] Well maybe I'm the faggot America.
I'm not a part of a redneck agenda.

[Beca and Jesse:] Now everybody do the propaganda.
And sing along to the age of paranoia.

Jesse and Beca both stood on the doorway to the bed and Benji lent forward to knock the barrier down, making them both jump in surprise before landing safely on the door.

The crowd started to cheer, thinking it was over long before it was.

The vicious bass beats of 'Holiday' started.

Say, hey!

[Jesse:] Hear the sound of the falling rain
Coming down like an Armageddon flame (Hey!)

[Benji:] The shame
The ones who died without a name

[Beca:] Hear the dogs howling out of key
To a hymn called "Faith and Misery" (Hey!)
And bleed, the company lost the war today

[All:] I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies
This is the dawning of the rest of our lives
On holiday

[Benji:] Hear the drum pounding out of time

[Jesse:]Another protester has crossed the line (Hey!)
To find, the money's on the other side

[Jesse and Benji:] Can I get another Amen? (Amen!)
There's a flag wrapped around a score of men (Hey!)
A gag, a plastic bag on a monument

[All:] I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies
This is the dawning of the rest of our lives
On holiday

Beca closed her eyes and started her solo, not missing a beat before she switched out her guitar for some Ray Ban Aviators and put them over her mask's eyes, feeling Benji bungee her to the truck so she could jump down for her part.

(Hey!)

(Say, hey!)

[Benji:] "The representative from Barden has the floor"

[Beca:] Zieg Heil to the president Gasman
Bombs away is your punishment
Pulverize the Eiffel towers
Who criticize your government
Bang bang goes the broken glass and
Kill all the fags that don't agree
Trials by fire, setting fire
Is not a way that's meant for me
Just cause (hey, hey, hey), just cause, because we're outlaws yeah!

Beca felt the two boys pulling on her bungee before she jumped, the elastic sending her back towards the truck where she landed safely.

[All:] I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies
This is the dawning of the rest of our lives
I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies
This is the dawning of the rest of our lives
This is our lives on holiday!

The crowd cheered for us, as I gasped to catch my breath before pulling the mic to my lips screaming, "WE ARE THE TREBLEMAKERS! GOODNIGHT!" And then the garage door started to descend, closing down and putting a barrier between us and the crowd.

I took my mask of quickly, feeling the cool air hit my face as I looked at Jesse who had the same expression.
"Woah." He stated and I nodded. "Yeah. Woah," I repeated before laughing. Benji took his mask off and looked between Jesse and I, "Beverages anyone?" He asked, walking over to the cooler and handing us each a beer.

I eyed the bottle in my hand before putting it down, "Let me get this makeup off first." I told Benji who was looking forlorn at my declined beer. I offered him a smile before walking quickly off.

I don't think I've ever moved more quickly in my life than how quick I took to wipe the makeup off my face and fix my hair. I had to be perfect, because that's what Chloe deserved. Perfection. I changed out of my vest and into some jeans and a sweatshirt before I headed outside.

I walked up behind the dispersing crowd as if I'd been there the whole time. I didn't want to get caught, so I just nervously sipped my beer which had been provided by a very insistent Benji. "There you are!" I head a voice behind me and the next thing I knew was my hand being taken by Chloe and her twirling me and pulling me close.

"Ooph," I let out as she pressed our foreheads together before pulling back and smiling. Most of the crowd was gone now and it was just me, Chloe and her friends and Luke out on the lawn. "Oh, hey Chloe! Did you like the show?" I asked, tensing my body to see if she'd let go. However she didn't let go, only held on tighter, "Like it? I loved it! I was certainly worth making a deal- you are keeping your end of the bargain right?" She asked, raising an eyebrow in question.

"Oh yeah, totally. Lunch, yep!" I nodded, agreeing to the bargain. She smiled and was about to pull me closer when her eyes widened. "Beca? What's that on the side of your face? Is that... White paint?" She asked, taking her finger and rubbing some of the makeup I'd seemed to have missed onto her finger. Once she'd connected all the dots, she started to freak out. "Are you the white rabbit? Beca?" I panicked, pulling myself away from her.

"What? No! No dude, I can't even sing!" I dismissed, but Chloe didn't seem to buy it. "Seriously, Jesse is the one that put that on my face," I tried to give my excuse. Chloe looked at me for a long moment, her blue eyes searching mine before she gave up and sighed. "Alright, I believe you Beca." She decided.

Next thing I knew, she'd taken the beer from my hand and had taken a long sip from it before returning it to my fingertips. I was so mesmerized by the ginger, and apparently Tom, her boyfriend had taken wind of that. "Hey! Back away from my girl Mitchell!" He commanded, walking up possessively behind Chloe. I backed away instantly to see Tom, Bumper and Donald towering over me.

"Chloe, is this dyke bothering you?" He sneered, looking at me in disgust. Chloe looked embarrassed and was about to speak before I heard Jesse come from behind me, "Beca, is this dick bothering you?" He jeered, wrapping his arm around me. "At least I have one!" Tom replied with as much fire. Soon, Luke and Benji were behind me. "I wouldn't mess with us if you knew whats good for you," Luke threatened.

"STOP!" Chloe interjected as Tom stepped forward to give Luke a blow who only caught his fist, shaking his head. Everyone turned to look at Chloe who gave a deep breath before starting, "Stop fighting. I won't put up with it." She warned and Tom paused, stepping away. "Alright... Let's go, gentlemen." He muttered before stalking away.

As they were walking away, Chloe turned her head and winked at me, mouthing 'See you Monday!'

That girl was going to be the death of me..

There you have it! Chapter One.

I'll be working on Two soon but I need you all to tell me in the reviews if you'd like me to continue or not, otherwise I wont post Chapter Two.

xx Love you all! xx

I do not own any songs or characters or names used in this Fanfiction, everything I use is owned by Pitch Perfect and whatever band I use.