Chloe's POV
I remember you, Beca Mitchell, on the day we met. The day of the wonderful activities fair. The day my life changed forever.
I was handing out flyers to recruit for the Bellas when I saw your face.
"How about her?" I whispered to Aubrey.
"She looks a little too 'alternative'." She returned. I nodded, but kept silent. I desperately wanted you to come over to our booth. You seemed a little overwhelmed that day, just taking in all the sights of Barden. As you strolled over to our table, I could barely contain my excitement.
"Would you like to join our a cappella group?" I asked, accidentally shoving a flyer into your face. I guess I scared you off a little, because as your beautiful amber-brown eyes locked into mine, you said, "Sorry, I don't even sing." My heart dropped to the ground as I watched you walk away. Your hair gleamed in the day's bright sunshine. I wanted you so bad, but you seemed to push me away.
That week, all I thought about was you. I didn't see you around for a month after that, but I never forgot about you.
A month after the activities fair, I heard someone with a beautiful alto tone singing in what you thought was the empty shower room. Your voice singing what later became our song, Titanium. I immediately knew I had to recruit whoever it was. I crept around the barrier into your stall. It was you. I was at a loss for words listening to you sing. I finally found words.
"You can sing!" I blurted with excitement.
"DUDE!" You tried to pull the curtain shut, but I had already opened it form the other side.
"How high does your belt go?" I asked.
"My what? Oh my god." By then I had you backed up against the tiled wall.
"You have to audition for the Bellas." I stated.
"I can't concentrate on anything you're saying until you cover your junk." You were out of breath. I was loving every minute of this.
"Just consider it. One time we sang back up for Prince. His butt is so tiny; I can hold it with like, one hand." Maybe stretching the truth a bit there. Your soap bar slipped onto the floor and you went to pick it up. You turned yourself so that your back was towards me.
"Seriously. I am nude." You said over your shoulder. I didn't know what you had to be embarrassed about. You had a great body.
"You were singing Titanium, right?" Stupid question, Red, I thought to myself.
"You know David Guetta?" Who doesn't know David Guetta? Well, probably Aubrey…
"Have I been living under a rock? Yeah. That song is my jam. My lady jam."
"That's nice." You ducked your head so you faced the wall again.
"It is. That song really builds."
"Gross." You whispered. You were obviously uncomfortable. I did the first thing that I thought of.
"Will you sing it for me?" I asked.
"Dude, no. Get out!" Oops. Wrong thing to say.
"Not for that reason." I explained. "I'm not leaving here until you sing." You stayed silent for a few seconds. I sighed heavily.
"I'm bulletproof,
Nothing to lose." You started as you turned to face me.
"Fire away, Fire away," I joined in. Our harmony was perfect.
"Ricochet, you take your aim,
Fire away, Fire away.
Shoot me down, But I won't fall.
I am titanium.
Shoot me down, But I won't fall.
I am titanium." A smile grew on your lips to join the one on mine.
"Oh, yeah. I'm pretty confident about… all this." I gestured to my body.
"You should be." You returned, nodding.
"Oh." I hand you a towel. You gladly take it and hold it close to yourself.
"…Still need to shower…" You quietly mention. A man walks up behind me. Tom. My boyfriend. We had been in the shower together before your voice had distracted me.
"You have a lovely voice." He said to you.
"Thanks." You said in a stiff voice. I looked between the two of them, grinning. You looked at me with huge eyes.
"Oh." I said, realizing that Tom was gawking at the naked two of us in the ladies room. I sweep Tom away as you continue to shower. I broke up with him that night.
Three days later, Aubrey and I sat down in the auditorium, ready to listen to countless people to recruit for the Bellas. I hoped you would come. The first person walked in. She sang well, but not as well as you. Aubrey and I chatted in whispers, checking off the names of potential Bellas. After hours of sitting in the theater, which reeked of anxiety and desperation, Justin, the organizer of all Barden's a cappella group auditions, once again walked out onto the stage.
"That's it, everyone." He said tiredly. I glanced around for your now familiar face. I spotted it in the wings, calm and collected as always.
"Wait, there's one more." I quickly exclaimed. Aubrey groaned quietly in her seat beside me. Justin motioned for you to take the stage. You crept out onto it, giving a small, shy wave.
"I didn't know we had to prepare that song." You said awkwardly.
"That's all right. Sing anything you want." I was just relieved you were there.
"May I?" You ask, motioning to the St. Patrick's Day cup on our desk. I nod and you gently put the pens onto the desks. You hesitate for a second, and then you start rhythmically tapping and lifting the cup.
"I got my ticket for the long way round," The gorgeous voice that I craved every minute of the day cuts through the silence.
"Two bottle a whiskey for the way,
And I sure would like some sweet company,
And I'm leaving tomorrow, whadda say?" You sing for a while more, and then finish your song. I was mesmerized. As soon as I broke out of my trance, I smile big. I loved you from that moment on.
Beca's POV
I'm sure as hell glad that I went to that activities fair. That was the day I met an over the top redhead. You, Chloe Beale.
I was walking along, looking at the vibrant displays, when your fiery hair caught my eye. I ambled over to your booth, trying to contain my excitement.
"Would you like to join our a cappella group?" I flinched, surprised by the flyer that was suddenly shoved in my face.
"Sorry, I don't even sing." I was caught off guard. Your soft blue eyes, much unlike your blonde friend's icy blue ones, looked disappointed. You happily nodded and kept giving out flyers.
About a month later, I walked in to what I assumed was an empty shower room. I was singing Titanium loudly. I slipped into the end shower and faced the wall. I heard a slight rustle behind me, but thought nothing of it. The next thing I know I hear "You can sing!" I whip around.
"DUDE!" I blurt. I try to close the curtain, but you manage to whip it open again immediately.
"How high does your belt go?" You question excitedly.
"My what?" I honestly have no idea what she's talking about. "Oh my god."
"You have to audition for the Bellas." Bellas… sounds familiar. Oh! You're the girl from the booth! I think.
"I can't concentrate on anything you're saying until you cover your junk." I awkwardly state.
"Just consider it. One time we sang backup for Prince. His butt is so tiny I can hold it with like, one hand." By then I had gathered the shower curtain around me and backed up so the cold tiles scraped my back. I drop a bar of soap and bend down to pick it up. I twist so when I stand, I'm facing the wall.
"Seriously, I am nude." I said over my shoulder.
"You were singing Titanium, right?" You ask.
"You know David Guetta?" I ask, surprised.
"Have I been living under a rock? Yeah. That song is my jam. My lady jam." Ew. I say inwardly.
"That's nice."
"It is. That song really builds."
"Gross." I now seem to only have the ability to say sentences of two words or less.
"Will you sing it for me?" You ask.
"Dude, no! Get OUT!" I screech.
"Not for that reason. I'm not leaving here until you sing." You give a small but distinct sigh. I meet your eyes, wondering how my father got me to agree to go to this university. I finally decide.
"I'm bulletproof,
Nothing to lose." I sing quietly.
"Fire away, Fire away," When you start to sing, I build my confidence. We sound amazing.
"Ricochet, you take your aim,
Fire away, Fire away.
Shoot me down, But I won't fall.
I am titanium.
Shoot me down, But I won't fall.
I am titanium." By then, you were smiling like a madman. I can't help but join you.
"Oh, yeah… I'm pretty confident about… all this." You motion to your breasts. Those miraculous breasts.
"You should be." I reply, nodding.
"Oh." You hand me a towel, like you just realized that we were naked.
"I still need to shower…" I gesture to the faucet. A man saunters around the corner, also naked. Dammit. I think. Were you in the shower with him?
"You have a lovely voice." He said to me. You glance between us with a pleased look on your face.
"Thanks." I say in an unfriendly voice. I stare at you.
"Oh." You seem to have just realized something was wrong. You hurry to rush him away.
"See you at auditions!" You call over your shoulder. I must say, that ordeal was the best I time of my life.
I show up at auditions, scared as hell. I stand in the wings, watching everybody sing the same song. I had no idea. Shit. I thought I would just go out there and wing it. Why not? When I'm gone You're gonna miss me by my hair I've got my ticket for the long way 'round It's got mountains, it's got rivers When I'm gone You're gonna miss me by my walk
"That's it, everyone." A boy shouts at the end of the auditions.
"Wait! There's one more!" You shout as your eyes lock into mine.
"I didn't know we had to prepare that song." I say as I step shyly onto the stage.
"That's alright, sing anything you want." You reply kindly.
"May I?" I pick up the cup on your desk. You nod and I dump the pens out. The cup says 'Happy St. Patrick's Day'. Really? I pick it up anyways and start doing the beat with it I had memorized so long ago.
"I've got my ticket for the long way 'round
Two bottle whiskey for the way
And I sure would like some sweet company
Oh, I'm leaving tomorrow. What do you say?
When I'm gone
You're gonna miss me when I'm gone
You're gonna miss me everywhere,
You're gonna miss me when I'm gone
The one with the prettiest view
It's got sights that give you shivers
But it sure would be prettier with you
When I'm gone
You're gonna miss me when I'm gone
You'll miss me by my talk
You're gonna miss me when I'm gone