Beca Mitchell stepped out of her studio, Titanium Records, and pulled her sunglasses out of her purse before whipping them on, sighing a relieved sigh when she saw that there were no lingering reporters around. She quickly made her way to her car, a grey Honda Civic, and entered the driver's seat. She discarded her purse into the passenger seat and started the engine, pulling out of the parking lot and on her way home.

She let her mind wander on her way there, despite it only being a 7 or so minute car ride. She thought about the upcoming album she was hired to produce, for none other than Demi Lovato. She was beyond excited when she saw the name and immediately agreed to take on the challenge.

She never imagined this life for herself. At 27 years old, she was a college graduate with a bachelor's degree in Psychology, but had instead chosen to pave her way into the music industry rather than pursue a career in her major. Her father had initially frowned upon this decision, but changed his mind quickly, especially after the uproar she caused in L.A.

Her journey to success was a difficult one. She had landed in L.A and had struggled massively financially, and was one week from getting evicted when a small recording studio took a chance on her. She immediately made an impact there, traversing through promotions like it was easy. She had produced albums for small, local bands, but her work wasn't gone unnoticed. Bigger record labels began taking interest in the small girl who had created names from these small bands.

And so, after a tearful goodbye at the small record label that had given her a chance, she started her job at a bigger label. She began getting more 'high-class' artists, and was being approached by managers from every direction. She was making more money than she knew what to do with, and she was over the moon. Eventually, the label asked her if she wanted to be the CEO of the new label they were opening, one she would have full control of, even the name. She of course accepted, naming the label "Titanium".

So now here she was, living a high profile life. She had four Grammy's under her belt, and she intended on winning more. However, she didn't let the fame get to her head. Together with her best friends Jesse Swanson and Stacie Conrad, she had a stellar support group underneath her.

She pulled into the driveway of her two-story house, chosen specifically because it was in a lowkey neighbourhood. She exited her car and made her way inside, groaning when she saw energy drinks all over her coffee table.

"Jesse Swanson!" she yelled over the music that was playing. It immediately quieted, and the face of the grinning boy popped up around a corner.

"Welcome home!" he said with a toothy smile. Beca rolled her eyes and pointed at her table.

"What the heck man, clean up after yourself maybe?"

The boy pouted. "You're early dude, I was going to before you got here."

Beca sighed but relented as the boy gathered his empty cans and threw them in the recycle bin. He returned back into the living room as she took off her shoes and hung up her jacket, and plopped himself back down onto the couch.

"So, what're the plans for tonight?"

Beca raised an eyebrow. "I'm going to bed."

Jesse shook his head fervently. "Becs, no! It's Friday night. C'mon, live a little!"

"Friday night, Monday night, Wednesday night, doesn't matter; I'm going to bed, dude."

"It's only 7pm Beca!"

"So what? I woke up at 5am this morning because someone made a ton of noise because he fell down in the shower..."

Jesse had the decency to look sheepish at this, but continued on. "Beca, don't make me call Stacie."

She shook a finger at the boy, saying "Don't you dare," but Jesse already had his phone out and had dialed Stacie. She sighed heavily and sat down on the couch next to him, kicking his legs off her side.

"Heyyyyyyyyyyyyy, Stace!" Jesse said into the phone, making sure to draw out the hey as long as possible to annoy Beca. This earned him a slap on the arm, and he gave her a wounded look before saying:

"We're gonna hit up the town tonight, you should come with!"

Beca heard a laugh on the other side and some talking, but couldn't make out what the other girl was saying.

"Oh yeah, of course she's coming. She can't resist my manly charm."

Jesse yelped as he got hit on the arm again. He listened to Stacie for a couple more seconds, then looked over at the smaller brunette.

"Hey Becs, do you mind if Stacie brings a date and her date's friend? She's been raving about this chick for days now and I want to meet her."

Beca loftily waved a hand at the other to signify yes. Jesse smirked at her before telling Stacie, who confirmed their plans. They said goodbye to each other and Jesse hung up.

"They'll be here in like half an hour. Can you drive?"

"It's not like you're gonna give me any other choice," Beca grumbled. "But yeah, sure." She stood and walked into her bedroom. "I'm gonna get ready!" She heard a grunt of acknowledgement and rolled her eyes.

She looked at herself in the mirror and sighed, but smiled to herself. Her friends were overbearing sometimes, but she secretly loved it. They really helped her let loose and relax, even when she claimed she didn't want to.

She quickly dressed into casual attire; black skinny jeans with a black tank-top, and since it was somewhat chilly outside, put on a maroon bomber jacket. She quickly fixed her makeup and put in earrings, and walked out of her room.

She was met with Jesse, who had decided to wear his signature maroon jacket. She looked at him with a death stare and said, "Choose a different jacket."

He began to protest; "But Becs this is my favourite and we can mat-"

"That's the point, doofus!" she retorted, before shoving him towards him room in the house. "Change!" However, she couldn't keep up the death stare; she started to laugh as she watched Jesse walk back into his room, a defeated puppy look on his face. He re-emerged a minute later now wearing a leather jacket.

"Satisfied?"

She gave him a coy smirk and said, "Oh, I wasn't ever unsatisfied. It's just funny watching you scramble."

He gave her a light smack on the shoulder and laughed, but his retort was squashed by the sound of the doorbell.

"That's them!" Jesse said brightly, before walking to the door and opening it.

"Hey Stace- ow!" Beca laughed as she watched the tall brunette push the boy out of the way but her laugh was cut short by the pair of boobs that her face got pushed into.

"Becs!" Stacie squealed. "I missed you!"

Beca flailed away from her. "Air, Stace, I need air!" Stacie stepped back with a faux sheepish look on her face, and Beca couldn't stop the smile from spreading on her face.

"Beca, I want you to meet someone!"

"Are you going to introduce me too?" Jesse complained from the door that he was holding open for the other guests.

"In due time, you nerd," Stacie replied, and she dragged in the two other girls. Beca first saw a tall blonde girl, whose posture suddenly made Beca want to salute or something. But after seeing the girl behind the blonde, her jaw dropped slightly.

She was slightly shorter than the blonde, and had fiery red hair. Beca had seen redheads before, but none of them compared to this girl. She was wearing a navy blue dress that stopped at her knees, and Beca soon realised that they brought out the most captivating part of her: her eyes. Her eyes were so blue: bluer than anything she had ever seen before.

Jesse nudged her to get her out of her stupor; something she was grateful for. She made her way over to Stacie and the two girls and held out her hand nervously.

"Hi, I'm Beca. Beca Mitchell."

There was silence in the house. Beca, sensing that something in the atmosphere had changed, raised her hand to run it through her hair, attempting but failing to look as if she was never trying to shake their hand in the first place.

"Stace..." the blonde began. Stacie looked at the blonde with a cheeky grin. "Why the hell didn't you tell me we were going to be partying with BECA MITCHELL tonight?"

The grin never left Stacie's face as she replied, "This was my surprise!"

"What kind of-"

"Hi!" The redhead interrupted before Aubrey could have a fangirl panic attack. She stretched out her hand to shake Beca's and said, "My name's Chloe!"

Beca, upon contact with the other girl, froze. She forgot to speak for a second before realising that she was expected to reply.

"Hi, Chloe. Lovely name."

Chloe beamed at her, and Beca half wanted to look around to see if there were rainbows shooting out from her, she looked that peppy.

"What's your friend's name? I feel like she either doesn't like me, or she's too much in shock to say anything. I hope it's the latter, honestly, I don't like being disliked."

Chloe giggled, and Beca relished that sound. "Her name is Aubrey, and no, she doesn't dislike you. Quite the opposite, actually. I'm pretty sure 80% of the songs we play in our house is produced by you."

"What about the other 20%?" Beca teased.

"Oh, that's all Ace of Base." Chloe said.

"You're joking, right?"

"Nope."

"So you're serious?"

"Dixie Chicks serious." Chloe laughed.

"Well then, that's definitely interesting!"

She then looked over to the pair standing next to her, who had ceased their squabble to watch the two interact. Beca smiled at Aubrey and stretched out her arm again.

"Nice to meet you, Aubrey,"

She smirked when the blonde stiffly shook her hand, biting her lip as if to control herself. At this, Beca couldn't resist.

"Want an autograph?"

Aubrey stole her hand back from the brunette and her eyes widened.

"Oh, uh-"

"She does!" Chloe interjected. "But if she gets one, I get one!" the redhead winked at Beca, who laughed and retreated back in her room to grab two CD's that had all of the songs she had produced burned onto them. Before joining them back in the living room where she could hear Jesse being introduced, she signed them with each of their names. Satisfied, she returned and handed the two girls their CDs, which subsequently made them squeal in joy. She grimaced at the shrill noise, but smiled awkwardly anyways.

"Alright, ladies! Let's go, shall we?" Jesse said, ushering them out the door. "Beca will be our chauffeur tonight."

"Ooh, in that case, shotgun!" Chloe said, instantly earning a pout from Jesse.

"You're gonna make me third wheel?"

Chloe gave him a sympathetic look. "Sorry buddy, the rules are the rules!"

Beca laughed loudly at the wounded look on the boy's face, and could see the relieved look on Stacie's face that the two newcomers were fitting in so well. Jesse admitted defeat and climbed into the backseat of Beca's car, with Stacie and Aubrey following.

"Looks like we're buddies tonight!" Chloe teased, and Beca felt a blush start to form on her face.

"Yeah, I guess we are." She hopped into the driver's seat and pulled out of her driveway, smiling to herself as she heard her car come to life with conversation. And when she looked to her right and saw a beaming redhead, she could really feel the start of something new.