A/N Hello my dearies! Life has been kinda busy lately, and I haven't had time to write a new story. This is an AU fic, so Beca and Jesse have never met. Ever. It will be a few chapters long, so do enjoy and review! I really love reviews, they feel like hugs! Spread the love!
A 24 year-old Beca Mitchell sat in the fold-out chairs in the lobby of the Treble Treble Music Store. A black gig bag containing a beat-up guitar sat at her feet. She looked up to the clock every few seconds, her leg shaking impatiently. 'It's already 5:07.' She thought to herself and she looked down the hall to the lesson rooms. 'My lesson is only half an hour.'
Beca has been determined to learn guitar ever since she could remember, but no matter what, no one could teach her. Some say it's her stubborn personality, others say that she's simply un-teachable. It didn't matter to her; she already makes music. What's the harm of not knowing guitar?
A loud pop sounded next to her ear. A young girl stared at her with wide eyes while chewing on a wad of gum loudly. Beca glanced at her awkwardly before scooting a seat away.
A voice sounded from down the hallway. "And then Rockie ate it!" A boy, no older than ten emerged followed by a brown haired man.
"That's great Ronnie." He said. "Now, don't forget to practice this week." Beca drank in his appearance; short hair, brown puppy dog eyes, and pretty well-built.
"Kay Jesse! I'll see you next week!" The kid ran out of the store, guitar in hand.
This 'Jesse' is supposed to be teaching (or at least attempting to) her guitar. Beca huffed and crossed her arms, debating whether to even give this guy a chance.
Jesse walked in front of the small girl and kneeled down. "Hi sweetie, are you Beca?" The girl replied, but neither of them could hear it; it was barely above a whisper. "Huh?"
"I'm Beca." She butted in.
"Oh, hello." He looked a little confused; usually he taught little kids. He stuck out his hand. "I'm Jesse. Sorry about being late, I got a late start."
"Well it's not like I had anything to do after this." Beca said harshly as she got up. She actually didn't; Amy said she was bringing home a guy tonight.
Jesse ignored the comment as he led her down the hall to a small room. It was about the size of a closet and had various movie posters plastered to the walls. Two folding chairs sat next to each other, behind them was a bookshelf stuffed with books and various sheets of music. A music stand stood in front of the chairs and a guitar leaned against the wall.
He plopped down in one of the chairs and grabbed the guitar before motioning to the seat next to him.
"I don't bite." He said with a smile playing on his lips.
Beca rolled her eyes a got out her guitar clumsily before resting it on her lap.
"Have you had any experience with guitar?" He asked, grabbing a pad of paper.
"No." She said bluntly. "No one's been able to teach me. You my sixth teacher."
"And your last." He chuckled. "I've never had a student I couldn't teach."
"Don't be so sure." She muttered.
Jesse clapped his hands together. "Now, where to begin…"
30 minutes later, Beca emerged from the room, guitar in hand and a frown on her face.
"Great job today, Beca." Jesse said as he hurried after her. "Remember to work on the chords before next week!"
"Yeah, I will." Beca muttered before angrily exiting the store. Guitar just frustrates her; she can never get her fingers in the right spots and when she did, the notes never sounded right.
She shoved her guitar into the backseat of her 2006 Camry before racing down to the nearest coffee shop, Bella's. After ordering a coffee, she sat down at a table in the corner and brought out her MacBook to work on her newest mix. Before long, she was lost in the music and didn't realize that a certain guitar teacher had walked in. She hardly even noticed that he had been sitting at her table for the past five minutes. She only realized it once she needed another coffee. Her reaction couldn't have been more surprised.
Jesse laughed. "Surprised to see me?" He asked playfully.
Beca buried her face in her hands. "Don't you have lessons to teach or something?"
"Nope, you're my last student."He said before taking a long sip from his coffee. "So, watcha working on?"
"It's nothing." She said, closing her laptop. She checked the time before getting up. "I have to go."
Jesse watched as she walked out of the door. He was going to enjoy this student.
A/N Fun Fact! I've always wanted to own a music store called Treble Treble!