Beca and Chloe have been together for 21 years. They got married after Beca graduated, from Barden, and they moved to California. The gorgeous brunette and seductive redhead now have two beautiful children; a boy, Alex who is now 16, takes after Beca with his attitude and Chloe with his flaming hair, and his sister Charlotte who is 6, has Chloe's attitude and Beca's looks except her piercing blue eyes that belonged to Chloe.

I just got back from a session at the studio with one of my new up and coming artists, Shaylin, when Alex came running up to me, gasping for breath, "Mom, I need to talk you, it's serious!"
"Woah, woah, woah, slow down dude!" I put my hands on his shoulders trying to get him to relax a bit. "What's wrong? Are you hurt? Did something happen at school?" I prompted trying to use my calm parenting voice.
"Nothing's wrong. I'm not hurt and nothing happened at school."
"What's up then?" I asked sitting down on the bar stool pulling the one beside me out and patting it. He sat down and turned to face me.
"It's Katie. Our one year anniversary is next month and I don't know what to do."
"Okay, slow down. Don't talk so fast. You don't know what to do with what?"
"I don't know what to do for our anniversary."
"Just do something that you normally do."
"I can't mom. This is different. We've been together for a year now."
"Okay, so do your normal tune but add a little extra bass to it."
"No mom you're not getting it."
I stopped for a second before opening my mouth again. I thought back to all of the parenting books I've read. What would they tell me to do in this situation? How should I handle this? They would probably tell me to ask a couple of questions and listen. You can do this Beca. Take it slow. "Why not? Why is this one different Alex?"
"I can't do the normal track because for one it's our one year anniversary and two..."
"Two?"
"Two..."
"What is it? You can tell me. That's what I'm here for."
"Because...Because I love her. I think I really...truly... love her."
I'm speechless. I can't think of anything to say to him. I opened my mouth to talk but just closed it again. So I just laid my hand on his shoulder and squeezed it lightly. We sat there in silence for a while.
"Mom," I looked at him, "How do you know when you find the one? I mean, How did you know Mom was the one?"
"Well I-I-it took me awhile to accept the fact that I loved her but, I knew it the first time I laid eyes on her. Your mom is the love of my life, there was never any doubt about that. She had the bluest eyes I have ever seen and I knew, I could get lost in them, and it scared me.. She had me captivated. I always thought the phrase "Love at first sight" was corny, but that is the best way to describe us. I knew from the moment we had met each other on the quad that fateful sunny day at the activities fair."

I was just going to walk on by past the table because I saw a blonde furiously throwing flyers at all the somewhat attractive girls who walked past. I was going to do it until I saw that fiery red head turn around.

"Any interest in joining our a capella group?" An a capella group? Seriously?

Alex interrupted, "Woah, woah, woah. You thought a capella was lame?! I thought you loved it?"

"Yeah, I love it now, looking backward. It is how I met your mother. But at the time, I thought I was the coolest badass out there. A capella didn't fit my image. Anyways, with my typical sarcasm-"

"Oh right! This is like a thing now?". I couldn't really believe people were actually into a capella.

"Oh totes! We sing covers of songs, but we do it without any instruments. It's all from our mouths" the perky redhead explained oozing with excitement. It was unnerving.

"Yikes." This girl was scaring me, with her bright eyes, and over excitement.

"There are four groups on campus. The Bellas, that's us. We're the tits. The BU

Harmonics. They sing a lot of Madonna. The High Notes. They aren't particularly motivated. And then there's..." she stated, motioning to each group as she said their names. "So are you interested?" She looked strangely hopeful, like her world would fall apart if I didn't say yes.

"Sorry it's just... It's pretty lame." Naturally I don't care if her world falls apart. And I am not going to join some lame a capella group because some red haired beauty asked me to.

The blonde butted in, "Aca-scuse me? Synchronized lady dancing to a Mariah Carey chart topper is not lame."

"We sing all over the world, and we compete in national championships." the redhead tried to make up for the blondes bitchiness.

"On purpose?" That just sounds beyond embarrassing.

"We play the Cobb Energy Performing Arts Studio, you bitch." the blonde snapped. Damn, was that necessary.

"What Aubrey means to say is that we are a close knit, talented group of ladies trying to return to Lincoln Center in the spring. Help our dreams turn into a reality?" again the redhead has to cover for the blonde, Aubrey.

"Sorry, I don't even sing, but it was really nice to meet you guys." And wow, was it nice.

Chloe appeared in the doorway, "But you were lying to me then.. You could sing."

Alex and I both looked up. "Hey babe. I thought you were getting Charlotte from her play date at Aubrey and Jesse's?"

"Yeah her and TJ were having too much fun to interrupt. They're having a sleepover now. What's going on up here?"

Alex's cheeks turned the color of his hair, " Yeah, Mom and I were just... talking."