Hey guys, this is my first time with writing fanfiction. I am just starting with the first chapter for now, so if you like what you read and want more, just let me know. I have more of the story in mind that I want to write but I'd like to see how this goes first. Thank you for reading!
It took plenty of convincing, but finally, I gave in. Stacie and Fat Amy were dragging me (yet again) to the bar. All I wanted was to sit on the couch, watch TV, and be sad but no. Time to watch them get shitfaced and have the time of their lives. Then I'd be the one cleaning vomit off random surfaces in the apartment when the night was over. It became the typical Friday night routine around here.
Whatever.
I climbed the stairs to the bedroom next to the room Stacie and Amy shared. After college, the three of us decided to move in together to save costs. Or at least that's the reason I tell others. In reality, I just couldn't make it as a music producer. I had nowhere else to go except stay here. Luckily the girls took me in and it's been like this for a couple years now, I lost track after my dream of becoming a producer was shattered.
I spent so long preparing what I thought to be the greatest remix I had made so far. Many days and nights were spent hunched over my laptop. It was all butterflies and tears of joy when it was finally finished. Then it was quickly turned to tears of utter defeat when the owner of the label handed me back the flash drive with my track on it. He did apologize of course. He apologized that he gave me one more chance and I wasted his time. After telling me that my music was garbage, I just grabbed my things and left. So much for dreaming big, right? With all my money spent on getting myself to LA, I didn't know where to turn. My father provided no help. But then, like a fat angel sent from heaven above, Amy picked me up. My life still seemed ruined. Making music just hasn't been the same since then.
Touching any key on that laptop is like knives to my fingertips. An icy reminder that I wasn't actually good enough. The only time I could even try making remixes was after having a few beers in my system, but then I was too buzzed to make anything decent, so I'd sit on the floor with my laptop and cry. Oh well. Maybe tonight would be a drown-your-sorrows-in-fun-fruity-alcoholic-drinks kind of night.
The girls always drag me to the bar saying it'll be good for me. That it'll be good to get out of the house. Or that just maybe I'll find some girl to sweep me off my feet. Except life isn't a fucking fairytale like that. Especially at a bar.
I threw on a comfortable pair of jeans, a V-neck and a flannel over top. A pair of boots to seal the deal. Lastly, a little bit of fresh makeup. Just enough to cover up the wreckage, not enough to turn heads. That's not the goal tonight, and it might not be for a while.
"Okay, let's do this." I tried to encourage myself as I rolled my sleeves up to my elbows. In reality, I still managed to look terrible. The dark circles from sleepless nights still sat under my eyes. I'm a mess. It would've been so much nicer just to stay home, I don't want to upset Fat Amy and Stacie. I'll just fake a smile until the night is done.
"Beca? Hey Beca, are you almost ready?" The sound of Stacie calling my name from the bottom of the stairs woke me out of my depressed stupor.
"Coming!" I yelled back, grabbing my purse and throwing all the necessities inside. Taking one last look in the mirror, I sighed and ran down the stairs.
"Hey there, sexy." Fat Amy winked at me. I shook my head and walked to the front door. The other girls screamed and ran outside to the car. You'd think I was taking them to Disneyworld, but no, just sweaty bodies and booze.
Everyone climbed into the car. I stuck my key into the ignition and the dashboard lit up. The radio began blasting "Last Friday Night" by Katy Perry. Stacie and Fat Amy sang so loud. I cringed and death-gripped the wheel. This was going to be my ride, at least it was a short one.
Once we pulled into the parking lot, the girls jumped out and nearly tripped over the curb running to the front door. They're such nerds, but I love them. I took my time gathering my stuff and shutting off the car. I straightened my hair in the review mirror and then got out. I took a deep breath and opened the door.
"Hey, hot stuff." Some random, drunk guy yelled at me.
"Fuck off." I gave him the biggest smile I could muster at the time and continued walking towards the counter.
"Small girl, big attitude!" I gave him the one finger salute without turning around. I saw a girl sitting on one of the stools. A couple empty beer bottles and glasses littered the counter around her.
I walked up and sat at the stool next to her. She was lying face down, using her arms like a pillow. Fiery red hair kept me from seeing her face. I assumed she was passed out until I saw her body shake every couple of seconds. After debating on whether or not to bother her, I scooted closer to her.
"Uh, hey there, are you alright?" I laid a hand on her shoulder. I could feel her body trembling beneath my palm. She shook her head.
"Do you like, oh god, need some help?" The woman just laid there. I took my hand off her shoulder. I thought for a second and then leaned over to her ear.
"Just come with me, you can trust me." I grabbed her hand and lead her to the women's bathroom. I opened the door and ushered her inside. Once I was able to get in, I closed the door and locked it. I turned on the light. The woman kept her hands over her face. She was crying. God I hate when people cry. I looked around the small one person bathroom trying to figure out what to do. I grabbed some paper towels.
"Uh, here you go." At last, the woman removed her hands from her face to accept the paper towels.
"Beca?" She asked, tears still streaming from her eyes.