"How do you plan on remembering all of what Professor Sharp is saying in your head?" Beca looked to her right and noticed a redhead sitting in the lecture hall seat next to her, beaming a wide smile and expecting Beca to answer her question.

"What is there to write down?" Beca whispered with a flat expression, glancing over at her classmates' notes. The lined pages were littered with large, bubbly handwriting in blue ink. It ranged from diagrams to swirling arrows, pointing from one idea to the next. Some of the pictures were neatly sketched, and the girl used crosshatching to add an element of shading. Beca noticed a scribble in the top right-hand corner and squinted in order to make out the name "Chloe."

"Well," the redhead paused, concentration seeping across her sea-glass eyes. "Lots of things! I find the formation of landscapes and differences in the rocks for identification would be important. Sharp said that would be on the test." She looked contempt with herself, straightening her posture and aligning her notebook on the small fold-up desks.

"Nothing he says is relevant anyway." Beca folded her arms over her chest, causing the black leather jacket she was wearing to crinkle under the shift in position. "They call it 'rocks for jocks' for a reason."

"Ha, I've never heard of that one! I like it." The girl decided, sitting back into her chair. She found herself sitting in a 200 student introductory geology class to fulfill her outstanding science requirement before she graduated in May. Most of her classmates appeared quite young, and didn't look sleep-deprived enough to be upperclassmen. With the inclusion of the grumpy alt-girl who sat next to her, Chloe figured they were all freshmen.

"Besides," the small brunette interrupted the girl's thoughts; "I don't need this shit once I graduate." Professor Sharp continued to scribble on a chalkboard, but the writing couldn't be distinguished from the previously erased chalk.

"I sort of feel the same way. I'm really only in this class because I needed an intro science to graduate, and I kept putting it off every single year. Now it's my last year and I had to say, 'ah, Chloe! Get your act together!'" Beca raised an eyebrow at the mention of her new acquaintances name, but continued to let the girl talk. "But, if you think about it, maybe climate change and stuff could be cool." Chloe soon realized she was blabbering a little too much and simmered into a gradual silence once asking: "Wait, what is your name?"

Beca was usually averted to small talk, especially when it came to people in her classes. Except this Thursday lecture was particularly cumbersome, and she couldn't care less about the amount of people who were glaring from rows of seats behind her, so she answered with: "It's Beca." She blew air out of her mouth, sinking lower into her seat. "I'm also only here by requirement, so... it's not like I have to know about rock salt as a music producer."

"No way, you're into music?"

"I'm a music management major."

"I'm the co-caption of the Barden Bellas!" Chloe brightened, leaning closer to talk to the hunched over brunette.

"Um, the what?"

"The Barden Bellas, silly! We're an all-female acapella group."

Beca stared at her with glassy eyes before responding. "Oh, right, this is, like, a thing now." Beca had heard about the rising trends in singing groups, but tended to walk right past the ones on campus when they loudly rehearsed on the green.

"Totes. We sing covers of songs but we do it without any instruments. It's all from our mouths."

"Yikes."

"So, are you interested?" Chloe maintained eye contact, unfazed by Beca's almost disgusted reaction. "We sing all over the world and we compete in national championships. We are a close-knit, talented group of ladies whose dream is to return to the national finals at Lincoln Center this year."

"Sorry, but I don't even sing." Beca looked up at the clock near the front, realizing that class was a few minutes from ending.

"But you're in music!" Chloe's flabbergasted expression made Beca chuckle to herself, humored at the fact that a ginger cheerleader though they were on the same page. Besides, does she know not every trumpet player can sing, and vice versa?

"Music management. I know what good sounds like, I just can't sing it myself."

"Well, believe me. I'll show you what good sounds like." Chloe responded, returning back to the space of her seat, eyes twinkling with ideas. She didn't ever predict she'd be making new friends outside of her acapella group, let alone in intro geology.

However, as soon as the clock struck 11:20am, Beca was already prepped to make a break for the door since all of her stuff was still well condensed within her backpack. Before she made it out of the row, a hand around her upper arm and the calling of her name pulled her attention to the person behind her.

Beca looked down at the grip around her arm, and Chloe quickly pulled her hand away. "Why don't you come and meet us all?"

"You mean the acapella group?" Beca asked, apprehension mingling with the stifling air of unshowered college students.

"The Bellas, yes!" Chloe added with enthusiasm, ushering Beca to enter the aisle.

Beca considered her options. Run from the weirdo who thinks rocks are cool, go to her dorm room and hide, actually go meet the band of singers, or pretend she has another class. I don't even have class for the rest of the day. Fuck it.

"Alright, yeah, whatever." Beca could at least tell her dad she tried to make friends the first week of school, since she was quite unsuccessful during last week's orientation. He was the one who got her into Barden University anyway, and his teaching job in the history department allowed her to study music management on a free ride.

Before Beca could say anything else, the senior was already leading her out of the lecture hall and towards central campus to meet the squadron of singing nerds know as the Barden Bellas.