A/N: Hey guys! I'm new to the fanfiction family and this is my first story. If you don't like long stories, unfortunately this one won't be for you. I don't want to say too much because I hope the story will speak for itself. This is what I imagine happens in-between scenes, and a little bit of how I wish events could be interpreted in the movie. There's quite a bit of the movie in this story, as I retell it. I guess that's the best way for me to put it. Still, I hope you enjoy it. If you read it I'd appreciate comments and reviews! Let me know what you think (and if I should continue).

Disclaimer: I do not own Pitch Perfect, its characters, and the music mentioned throughout the story.

"I came in like a wrecking ball…" sang Fat Amy, atop a silk swing hanging thirty feet above the stage.

"An overweight girl dangling from the ceiling – who hasn't had that dream?" said commentator John Smith.

"Lots of us," responded Gail Abernathy-McKadden-Feinberger, another commentator for the International Championship of Collegiate A cappella. This was the largest performance the Barden Bellas had ever orchestrated, for President Obama's birthday no less. They had come a long way from tiny college stages and mixers where they sang only to those who knew collegiate a cappella was an actual thing. Tonight, they were at the historical Kennedy Center.

An unmistakeable rip rang throughout the auditorium. Beca and Chloe stared at each other from across the stage. What was that!? mouthed Chloe. Beca shrugged. She could see Chloe was beginning to get nervous. Lately, Chloe hadn't been handling stress very well.

"Oh my God!" shouted Chloe, as she looked up in horror. Fat Amy's spandex onesie had ripped. Okay, her panic was justified this time.

"OH NO!" said John. "She has no underwear on…" People in the crowd gasped. Some began to scream. "We have a commando situation." Stage directors were signalling for Fat Amy to be drawn in. Everyone was running around in a panic. "She's turning!"

"No!" said Gail.

"Brace yourselves."

"She's coming, she's coming!" Everyone was screaming now. No one could stop her from facing the crowd. Secret Service members were jumping up and down on stage but there was no way they would reach her. Not in time at least. The effects coordinator accidentally released the American flag just as Fat Amy faced the unlucky crowd. Sobs and screams drowned out the Bella's soundtrack. People were crawling over one another to try and get away from the sight.

Fat Amy ended the show with one final present from down under.

A national disgrace. That's what everyone was calling it. Some even wondered if it was an act of terrorism. Luckily, those thoughts were quickly dismissed. Still, just like that, the Bellas' impressive three years of success as the reigning, first ever, all female national champions was forgotten. All over a stupid mistake. Fat Amy apologized of course. She probably didn't need to show off her silk burns, but it was Fat Amy and she meant it in the most sincere way possible. If people didn't know a cappella was a thing, now they did.

Chloe walked briskly to the administration building followed by Fat Amy and Flo. The Bellas had a meeting with the Dean of Barden University and the National A cappella Association. She had been dreading this day ever since Fat Amy exposed her junk to the entire world. The Bellas were her life. Beca strode beside her without a word, Lilly close behind. Stacie, Cynthia Rose, Jessica, and Ashley joined them to her left. With a purpose she marched forward leading her group.

"Chloe relax," said Beca, watching her ginger friend pace back and forth across the room. The other girls sat quiet, subdued.

"I can't relax Beca! What are they going to do to us?!" said Chloe. She didn't bother masking the panic in her voice. Beca sat back, leaning against her arm rest, legs crossed, relaxed. Out of the two of them Chloe tended to blow things out of proportion. This time was no different.

"We've been champions three years in a row! What CAN they do to us?" responded Beca. She knew nothing she said would stop Chloe from losing it. She wasn't sure why she kept trying. "Can you please come and sit beside me?" This time there was a softness in her voice. Chloe hesitated a second before continuing her pace. "You're making us all nervous." She sat beside Beca.

"This is the worst thing that's ever happened to us." Chloe slumped forward staring at her sandals. "The Bellas are my life. I've purposely failed Russian lit three years in a row so I could stay."

"Maybe it's time to start thinking about other things."

"What else could we possibly have to worry about?!"

"I don't know… School, jobs, life…"

"The Dean is ready to see you tramps," said the secretary, interrupting their conversation. Chloe gasped. Beca eyed the secretary. God, was it that bad? she wondered.

"The Bellas are suspended," said Gail. She and John had traveled to Barden University as representatives of the NAA. Chloe stood, mouth open, unable to respond. She looked as if she was about to burst into tears. Her head swung back and forth between the Dean, John, and Gail hoping they would say this was all a misunderstanding. Finally, she looked at Beca. Beca's lips were pulled in a thin line, her eyes rolling. Everyone takes this whole a cappella thing way too seriously. But the Bellas meant a lot to Chloe and she could see her staring. She had to say something.

"Okay let's be reasonable! It was an accident. Amy apologized!" said Beca.

"Do you know how much you've hurt the world of collegiate a cappella?" asked John. Again, Beca rolled her eyes.

"Sponsors are pulling out, funding is drying up," explained Gail. "You've put us all in quite the mess!" The Bellas stood quietly, Amy discreetly crossed her hands over her crotch.

"What about our victory tour?!" chimed Chloe, frantic.

"You're being replaced," responded Gail. "By the European champions, a German group of total perfection." Chloe had nothing left to say. She shook her head holding back tears. Beca could see her going red. If she didn't take a breath soon, she'd be the same colour as her hair. Disappointed, the girls mumbled and groaned behind them. Beca placed her hand on Chloe's arm and gave her a comforting squeeze.

"You're also prohibited from holding auditions," said the Dean. "I don't want your ranks to grow, like a fungus." Gail nodded in agreement.

Chloe's head shot up and a smile spread across her face as she asked, "What about the World Tournament?" John and Gail gave her a questioning look. "We're the reigning national champions we're automatically invited to represent America. You can't stop us from doing that."

"Yes you're right," said Gail. "That won't help you here." But Beca understood where she was going.

"What if we won the World Championships?" she asked. "Would you re-instate us then?" John and Gail erupted in laughter.

"You..?" said the two of them. "Win..?" They couldn't stop laughing long enough to get the words out. Beca began to tap her foot, annoyed. "No American team has ever won the world championships." they explained.

"That's because they hate us!" said John. "The world hates us. Everybody. Everybody hates us." More laughter.

"But if we do win, will you let the Bellas back in?" pleaded Chloe.

"Yes. If the Bellas win you will be re-instated."