Pitch Perfect : Get Pitch Slapped

by gokatyperry

You all know the Barden Bellas, but what about the girls that make it up? The story you know and love but delves deeper and moves past ICCAS. takes some shipping liberties. I'D like to formally apologize to anyone who had already been reading, folowing or favorited this. i really mesed it up and deleted it to fix it

1. prologue

Pitch perfect

Ch 1.

hey hey hey! so this is my first fanfic ever, and i hope that you like it! i loove feedback,but nothing too harsh please :) so basically one day i was watching pitch perfect and i thought, they shoulda made this a tv series and expanded on everything and everyone. so..here it goes! and sadly i don't own any of the charectars or a good portion of the story, and i don't own any songs potentially used in this fic. Enjoy!

Gotta cover the scars. Gotta cover the scars.

She couldn't let them show. She had to be perfect. She was a bella. Her life was flawless and she was nothing less than perfect. She couldn't let the scars show. Icy blue eyes glanced over at the clock. 8 :28. SHIT. She tore out of the dressing room as fast as her heels would take her and headed towards the stage.

A group of girls stood stage left, watching their long seated rivals on stage. All sets of eyes were focused on the competition. except one. The eyes belonged to a tall blonde ; Aubrey Posen, a junior at Barden University. She scanned the auditorium of the Hines center for one missing bella.

A flash of red.

Before the blonde could react their leader descended on the bella like a vulture.

"Chloe look at you! you're a mess." Aubrey didn't hear the rest over the screams of the cheering fans, but the pain on her friends face was clear. She quickly pushed her way to Chloe's side.

"I can't believe the Barden Bellas are being passed on to you two sluts next year after we graduate. Oh, and don't mess up your solo."

Aubrey was quick to rebute. "i assure you i won't. Like my dad always sais, if your not here to win then get the hell out of Kuwait."

"Did your dad ever tell you to shut up?" The confident smile was swept off Aubrey's face just as fast as it had come. She glanced over at Chloe, trying to reassure her that everything would be ok. The next few minutes were a blur. Before she knew it she was moseying into her solo. This was it. Aubrey glanced one final time at Chloe, who gave her a reassuring "you can do it" smile.

come on aubrey! you can do this. you, are a Posen.

"I saw the sign!" She began. She scanned the audience. They all smiled politely as she solo'd. She could do this no problem. Then she saw him. Third row, second seat from the center on the left. Her father was there.

Joy, terror, fear, anxiety, ambition, stress, love and hate. The emotions came out like vomit. Mostly because...it was vomit. By the time she opened her eyes again, there was one extra empty seat in the auditorium.