Ok, I'm going to let you all know this now. With this story, I am having a blast of the past: speeding through the story. This fic will be very fast pace. So if you don't like it, just stop reading now. If you don't mind it, then enjoy my version of Pitch Perfect.

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

(Max singing; entire group singing; 'thoughts', normal: normal)

Prologue

Max POV

At the first line, the cables hooked up to my vest started lowering me to the stage. I was upside down with my legs between the cable lines.

You are my world, my darling

What a wonderful world I see

You are the song I'm singing

At 'melody,' I brought my legs down in a half circle and landed on my feet.

You're my beautiful melody

I started shaking my head and gave the universal signal for 'cut it out' or 'stop;' the music was stopped. Confused noises could be heard throughout the audience, and even the group I was singing with looked confused.

"Uh-uh, this ain't gonna work for me. Let's speed this up, shall we?" The audience jumped to their feet cheering as the next song started.

I just went through a break up

But it's ok, I got my cake up

Do my hair, put on some make-up

Trynna see where tonight gone take us

I post some pics up looking sexy

Now this ****** wan' text me

How much you wan' bet me

He gonna regret the day he left me

Ladies, this your song, so as soon as it come on

Gone' get onto the floor, go and get your sexy on

If you know that you better than the new girl that he on

Go ahead and tell him now, 'You're gonna miss me when I'm gone

I'm out, I'm out (miss, miss, miss me when I'm gone)

When the song ended, the crowd went crazy. What can I say? When you graduate the morning of the championship, you tend to want to leave a lasting reputation.

My name is Maximum 'Max' Ride. I am the 18 year four-time- running singing champion. I have shoulder length dirty blond hair and Paris chocolate brown eyes. I was the leader of Arizona High's champion singers, the Maximum Pitch. Yes, it was named after me. I created it, I was the lead singer/guitarist/pianist for it. So I got my name in its name.

"Maxie-kins! Don't leave me! Please don't leave me! Stay here and don't go to California! I'm begging you!" one of the five main backup singers mock pleaded as she jumped onto my back. Soon, I was on the ground with about six other girls on my back.

"Are you kidding me? That box has trophies, awards, and medals in it, you know," I mock reprimanded, knowing full well my things are perfectly fine. That's what happens when you wrap everything in bubble wrap.

"Sorry. We just don't want you to leave us," another singer pouted as she picked up the box. I waved her towards the car and picked up three bags.

"I have to. I told ya'll when I joined that I was planning on going to Cali for college. But did you listen to me? No, you did not. This is what happens when you do not listen to me." The six guys of the group placed the last of my furniture and music equipment in the storage thing connected to my black and red jaguar.

"We're going to miss you, Max. Simply put," the boy I've been dating for the past two years, Sam, said. I grabbed his shirt and kissed him long and hard.

"You're going to the same college as me, bae. You shouldn't be complaining," I whispered against his lips. I put my bags in my trunk as the singer put the box in my backseat.

"But the rest of us are, as we should. You two are our best singers," one girl complained.

"Find new singers that are in the same grade as you. Otherwise, you're going to go through this same process again next year," I suggested.

"Whatever. Pitch match."

So long, farewell. I'd rather say goodbye

Adieu, adieu, I'd rather stay with you

Sam and I got into the car, and I started it up. I flicked my sunglasses on over my eyes. I started driving away slowly as we finished the farewell.

Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye!

~Line Break~

I pulled into the packed lot of U of C, pushing my shades onto the top of my head. Sam was talking to somebody on the phone (probably the sophomore pal he has that he has been talking to for weeks now).

"We just pulled in. Yeah, alright. Ok. Thanks." He hung up his phone. "Well, I have good news and bad news."

"Hit me with the bad first."

"Bad news is our schedules are so different, it's like… whoa." I groaned at this. I was so used to having every class with Sam that I assumed it would be the same here.

"And the good news?"

"Boys are allowed in the girls' dorms until 10:30 every night," he whispered in my ear. I giggled as I pushed his head away.

"You're the one in a dorm. I already have my own apartment, remember?"

"Fine." He got out of the car and jogged over to my side. "I'll see you later alright?"

"Of course." He leaned down and kissed me slowly. Just as I was getting into it, he pulled back and smirked at me.

"Something to ensure you come back." I watched him take his stuff out of the storage through the rearview mirror. 'I swear I hate him sometimes with his teasing. But at least it keeps me interested.'

"Bye, Sam. Don't look at Cali girls while I'm at the apartment."

"Of course not." He pushed the luggage cart away as I drove out of the college lot.

I walked into the apartment lobby to a… amusing sight. A guy and a girl were arguing with the receptionist. The guy had the shaggiest yet finest black hair I have ever seen. He probably had about five inches on me. His shoulders and back looked so strong yet not overly buff that it made me wanna…. No, Max! You have a boyfriend!

The girl looked like a slut. Excuse my bluntness, but it's true. I already knew I was going to hate her. She had fake looking neon red hair. She was short. She wore a mini-dress that was practically see through and had no sleeves. Her black heels were so high it should've been a sin to wear them.

"How is it that the one apartment that was free yesterday is no longer free today?" the guy asked tensely.

"I'm sorry sir. But somebody has already rented it last night. She should be here soon," the receptionist said, looking like she wanted to just disappear.

"As far as I'm concerned, first come first serve. Now, my girlfriend and I have been waiting for an apartment here since last year. So you need to call up this girl and tell her the space is unfortunately taken and that you made a mistake yesterday."

'Excuse me? Come again?' I thought. I figured this would be the perfect time to waltz up and use my star smile.

"Excuse me," I said sweetly, bumping the couple out of the way with my hip. "Hi, I made a reservation for a room last night. Which is mine?"

"Can I see some identification please ma'am?" she asked, looking relieved. I reached into my bag and pulled out my reservation papers I had printed out, my ID, and my driver's license.

"Here you go." I handed it to her. She typed in a few commands into the computer and handed me a key.

"You're in Apartment number 12. It is our very best one. It has a very nice view of the beach and…."

"Fangy, this is the bitch that took our apartment!"

'Excusé moi?' I turned around to look at the redhead shrieker.

"Sorry, Redhead THOT. But I bought it last night the instant it became available. It's not my fault you waited until today to try to get the most popular apartment in California."

"How dare you call me a… call me a… a DOT?!" she shrieked, swinging at me. I easily caught her wrist.

"One, it is THOT. As in That Hoe Over There. Two, take a swing at me again." I dropped my voice to a growl. "And you will regret even being born with hands."

"Let… let me go." I threw her hand away from me, flipped my hair at her, and waltzed out of the lobby.