I know that I probably shouldn't be starting this yet, considering I'm juggling 2 other stories (badly, might I add), but I've had this sitting in the back of my mind for several months, and I, being the impatient butt that I am, just couldn't wait to get started on it! Bright side, I have the WHOLE THING plotted and mapped out, and several chapters prewritten, so yay! This is really short, but I hope it gets you guys interested in what's to come!
Disclaimer: I don't own Pitch Perfect, or The Music Producer Awards.

PROLOGUE

The cameras set off a myriad of flashes, leaving spots dancing across her eyes. As she smoothed her evening gown and stopped to pose for one, two, endless pictures, she could feel a rush of excitement pumping through her veins.

"Beca! Beca, over here darling!"

"Beca, smile this way!"

"Beca, could you turn your hip just a smidge?"

"Beca Mitchell, how does it feel to be one of the youngest, most successful music producers in the business?"

The screaming of the paparazzi and reporters were dulling her hearing, but if anything, she smiled brighter. She had worked hard for this feeling of being in control. Of being on top. And now, as she stood in the entryway of The Music Producer Awards, Beca held her head high, because she was proud of herself, dammit. She had worked her ass off to be where she was today. Nobody said that getting Christina Aguilera, Justin Timberlake, and Usher in the studio in the same week would be an easy feat, did they? Good. Because it wasn't. And now that Beca was nominated for four different awards in four different categories, she sure as hell wasn't about to complain.

With another smile, she turned on her heel, and slipped into the building, ready to see what life had in store for her next.

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Jesse Swanson was living the dream.

Well, kind of.

As he stopped in the middle of the room and did a one eighty twist, a flurry of colors danced in front of his eyes, and triggered a wide grin that spread across his face for the eightieth time that day. He finally did it. With the help of his weird-ass (but loyal) roommates, he finally opened up that little used bookshop/movie shop/music shop that he had been talking about for God knows how long. Sure it was small, and somewhat cramped and could use a few blasts of air freshener, but it was his. It was a way for him to combine the two loves of his live: Movies and music. Music and movies. Plus, it was a great way for him to get over his evil ex-wife, Marissa. The divorce had been finalized eight months ago, but it still stung. The fact that she would step out on him with the greasy burger joint owner on the other side of town was like a slap in the face, and Jesse was so done thinking about her.

The pain that he harbored from the divorce was easily overshadowed by the thrill of opening his shop though, and he'll be damned if the thoughts of that blonde she-demon came back to haunt him. It's not going down like that. He was learning to live without her, one step at a time. Step one, move out. Check. Step two, move in (to the apartment above the bookstore that was his. Catch that? His). Check. Step three, move on. Jesse was still working on that one, but his determination was at an all-time high. Jesse Swanson was going to find happiness. Because he freaking deserved it.

The ping of the bell above the front door pulled Jesse to the present. Re-painting the smile on his face, Jesse slipped behind the front counter and prepared to greet his first customer of the evening.

"Hey there! Welcome to Barden Books."

This story is based on one of my favorite movies, so...let's see if anyone can guess what it is! Hint hint, it's British, and it's a Julia Roberts movie! If you can guess, I'll be sending out previews of chapter one! (Holly, if you're reading this, you aren't allowed to guess, because I already told you.) Hope you guys liked this sneak peek, and if you did, review please? Thanks for reading!