It was the Accapella Regional Collegiate finals, and Wendy was late. She was running through the halls as fast as her heels would carry her, making it just in time.

"Finally, you're here!" snapped Cora, a senior Stella. "And your breath smells like eggs, as usual." Wendy ignored the scolding. Cora was a bitch.

Regina stood next to her, being the supportive friend she was. "Anyway, you Juniors better do a good job of carrying on our legacy."

"My dad always said, if at first you don't succeed, pack your bags and get the hell out." Regina said encouragingly. "Has your dad ever told you to shut up?" Cora bit out icily. Regina remained silent.

"And let's give a round of applause for the Storybrooke Treblemakers!" called out the announcer, Leroy Johnson. "That's right Leroy. There's nothing that makes a young girl feel better than men acting like they're boys and singing!" quipped cheery female announcer, Louisa Granny. "And next up are the Storybrooke Stellas!" yelled Leroy through the speakers.

The Treblemakers filed out past the Stellas, the lead man, James, smiling. "Good luck losing." was all he said. Cora glared. "Come on girls."

XXXXX

Everything was fine. The number was going great. Regina grabbed the mike from Cora and-

"I saw the signs, and it-" Everyone gasped in horror as Regina projectile vomited into the front row. Crap.

Emma stepped out of the cab, already wanting college to end. Her dad had promised he'd pay for her to set up shop in L.A., but she had to go through one year of college at the school he taught at, Storybrooke University. God, it sounded so cheesy. Emma had had such a fairytale life so far.

A woman dressed in a green polo with a huge goldS on it and khakis greeted her. It was like she popped out of nowhere.

"Hello! Welcome to Storybrooke University! I'm Karry!"

Emma plastered on a fake smile and pulled her headphones down as Karry continued to babble about the school. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a small blue car pull up a couple yards away from her. It was loaded with guys. Fraternity...? Emma thought. The one in the backseat on her side noticed her staring and gave a huge grin, and started singing and air guitaring like there was no tomorrow. He had messy black hair that looked like he had just gotten out of bed, and these intense blue eyes that kept changing shades. Black scruff lined his jaw, and silver chains dangled around his neck. He couldn't have been more than twenty.

And then the car started up again, and he was slammed into the seat. Emma smiled and rolled her eyes, right as Karry was finishing up her little speech.

"And here's your Storybrooke rape whistle. Don't blow it, unless it's actually happening!" That one caught Emma a little off guard. She grabbed the whistle, put it between her teeth, and grabbed the rest of her bags, heading towards her dorm. Oh, this was gonna be a great year.

Emma strolled down the hallway, looking for dorm 815. She found it with the door slightly ajar, and walked in. Her roommate was already in, most of her stuff set up. "Hi, I'm Emma." the blonde said, holding out her hand. The girl was Asian looking, maybe from Korea.

"Arielle." Was all she said, shooting Emma a glare. Okay, Emma thought.

She dropped her bags on the bed and began unpacking. Soon, records lined the shelves and sound equipment was set up next to her iMac. There was a little knock on the already open door and Emma whirled around to see her father. "Hi Dad." She said, smiling.

"Hey," he replied.

"I see you've met Arielle. I'm Robert Gold, English lit teacher and Emma's dad." he said, holding out his hand. The Asian girl looked at him, then at his hand, then at Emma. "I'm going to the fair." Emma nodded. "Yeah and I'll go with my best friend Arielle!" She tried to worm her way out of the talk she knew she was going to have to have with Gold. He just seemed happy she wanted to get out in the community. With a quick nod of approval, he smiled and Emma was out the door.

As Emma was looking through electives and career ideas, the Storybrooke Stellas were trying to recruit.

A brunette passed them and they called out. "Hey Grace! Care to join?" The brunette turned with an evil smirk on her face. "Oh please, you guys wouldn't recruit me last year after you decided I was Baloney-Boob Grace! You're just sooo desperate after Regina's little 'accident.'" She put her hands on her hips, revealing, in fact, very baloney-looking boobs, through a thin white tank top.

Regina huffed. "It's all right, we'll find someone." Wendy reassured her. "Hey, how bout her!" Regina followed her friend's finger to a super tall, super skinny, blonde.

"Her?! But she's so friggin' skinny!" Wendy gave the brunette a look, and called the girl over.

"Hello! What's your name?" The girl smiled and replied. "I'm Anorexic Ashley!" she said with a british accent. Regina nearly choked on her Diet Coke. "You call yourself that?" The little girl beamed, and nodded. "Yeah, so firm bitches like you don't call me that behind my back."

Wendy nodded. "Okay, so can you match pitch?" Ashley nodded. Wendy started out on an A Flat, holding it for about 5 seconds. Amy fired back the same note, holding for about 45 seconds.

The two Stella's looked at each other. Yep. She was going to work. "What else do you do?" questioned Regina. "Well, I can do dance. Contemporary, Hip Hop, and..." Ashley started jumping, swishing her arms left and right, with her legs tucked under her.. "Fairy dancing. It requires a lot of work." Regina and Wendy nodded, handing her the flyer for signups. "Great! See you there!"

Killian was walking down the hallway looking for dorm 518. Propping a box on his knee, he carefully opened the white door.

He was not prepared for what he saw when he walked through the doorway.

A whole Star Wars... well, everything. Desk, bedspread, complete with a lightsaber rack on the wall. Killian whistled. In the center of it all, stood a brunette guy in a cape, holding a wand and a rabbit.

"Oh, hi! I'm David Nolan!" The guy seemed nice enough.

"Killian Jones, and ummm..." He gestured to David's side of the room.

"Do you not like it?" His face fell. "'Cause I can take it down if you want-" Killian cut him off.

"No! You don't have to do that! It'll just take some getting used to." David smiled.

"Okay!" He proceeded to pull a small rodent out of his cape.

"How long has he been in there?" Killian asked.

David stroked the little furball. "A very, very long time." Killian flinched.