"Miss? Miss? Miss?!" The taxi driver shouted at the young brunette sitting in the backseat of his taxi. She had her headphones clamped tightly around her head and her small frame was pressed up against the door and back seat of the car. She jumped at the sound of his voice and slowly slid the headphones down to her neck. The heavy pulse of an electronic beat of some sort was resonating from the red earmuffs as she pushed open the cab door while passing her due cash to the driver. The driver snorted as he snatched the money and gestured for her to leave. Doing just that, the brunette slid her feet onto the tarmac beneath her and pulled herself forth from the yellow vehicle not bothering to thank the overweight stinking middle aged man. She strode around the back of the taxi and popped open the boot. The sight of her black cases full of her Djing equipment put a brief grin on her face before she remembered where she was. A luggage assistant of some kind walked towards her and reached into the boot to grab her laptop bag. The brunette quickly placed her hand on the bag and shook her head at the assistant. He nodded, mumbled his apologies and started to grab her other bags and put them on a trolley.
"Baker Hall, room C3." Is all she told the assistant as she walked away from the back of the cab towards the front where she was greeted by a chirpy blonde chick.
"Hi, welcome to Barden University! What dorm?" The blonde asked while putting on the biggest fake smile the Dj had ever. "Ah...Baker Hall...I think," The brunette told her while immediately droning out the women before her. She would find her own way to her dorm. Why did her father make her come here? That's right, he said it would a great chance to get a better education and make friends then running off to LA and becoming a Dj. Becoming a Dj wasn't what Rebeca, call her Beca or she'll kill you, Mitchell wanted to do. It was just a cover for her nighttime activities of fighting drug lords and criminals in the lowly streets of Boston. A vigilante was what the police department and news called her. A vigilante, she broke the law while stopping the guys the PD didn't have the balls to stop. Abruptly a car screamed to a stop beside her and Carry on My Wayward Son by Kansas was belted out the speakers. Looking towards the car Beca saw a boy wielding dark brown hair singing in the back seat of the car and poking his head out the window towards her.
"...don't you cry no more! No!" After the screaming outbreak the boy started to play an air guitar while making the noises of the guitar riff that emitted from the speakers. The brunette grinned slightly at the display before the car screeched off into the distance. Well, this place is definitely something, Beca pondered. Suddenly a whistle was shoved into the Dj's face and the blonde was thrusted back into Beca's thoughts.
"Anddddd this is your Campus map and BU Rape Whistle. Don't blow it unless it's actually happening." And with that the blonde winked and Beca took the whistle and map. She placed the whistle in her mouth and resisted the enormous urge building inside her to blow the whistle. Smiling slightly, the brunette walked past the blonde and away towards what looked like Baker Hall. Maybe College wasn't going to so bad, the small Dj thought.
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Beca had met her roommate, Kimmi Jin, two hours ago. The only greeting she got was a glare and a mumbled, 'don't make messes or annoy me.' So with that, Beca spent the past two hours setting up her Djing equipment and filling the shelves above her bed with records and CDs of different names and genres. The small brunette had no idea how she was going to live with the Asian chick across from her. She'd probably deck the girl in the first week if she was going to glare and brood all day long. The Dj carefully unzipped her huge duffel bag and quickly checked inside to make sure all her crime fighting equipment was there before zipping it back up and placing it in her wardrobe. Beca really didn't want to fight the criminals and drug lords in Atlanta, but since she wasn't going home or to LA anytime soon, she decided she may as well keep herself busy. So she brought her black hooded clothes and her 'gadgets', which included smoke pellets she'd 'borrowed' from the Boston PD and her sleek black Bo-staff. Beca walked back towards her desk and started to work on a mix while pondering what she would do for the day. No way in hell was she going down to the Activities Fair unless there was a Djing Stand and from what she could see from the window there wasn't.
"Campus police! Hide your wine coolers!" The muffled but still readable voice of Doctor Adam Mitchell resonated into her dorm room before the door clicked open. "Don't worry, it's just your old man making a funny."
"Chris Rock everybody," The small brunette announced and glanced at her father before continuing to work on her mix. Beca's dad just smiled and stepped into the room. He looked towards Beca and then at Kimmi Jin.
"You must be Kimmi Jin, Beca's roommate? I'm Beca's dad, Doctor Mitchell. I teach Comparative Literature here." Kimmi Jin's only reply was a glare at Beca and her father and then she resumed her, then, current activity of fixing the gold leaves on her gold plant. Professor Mitchell raised his eye and looked at Beca who shrugged. She had no excuse for her roomate's manors nor was she going to give one.
The conversation that followed went from talks of a College education to near shouting protests before Kimmi Jin announced that she was leaving for the Activities Fair. Beca then used her Korean roommate as a get-away car and left with her. Super best friend? The young brunette grinned to herself as she stepped away from Kimmi Jin and walked towards a stand labelled 'Barden Djs.' As she approached she couldn't help but keep drifting back to her father. They never had a stable relationship between them. Even before the divorce, which occurred when Beca was 10, her father seemed so caught up in work and other problems to even pay her mother and her a glance. That's when the fighting started, between the small Dj's parents. They would argue over petty things and then they would fight and swear over bills and other economic problems. Soon it got too much and the divorce papers started filling in. A few court visits later and Beca was alone with her mother, in an all too empty house. She never forgave her father for what he did, how distraught he made her mother. What he made her mother turn too.
"Aww...Djs...Deaf Jews, ow." A large blonde Australian women said as she strolled up beside Beca. The two Jewish boys at the stand walked towards them and one hollered a greeting in something that definitely wasn't English. "That's not a real word, but keep trying! You will get there!" The Aussie shouted at the two men.
Beca couldn't help but crack a grin before she asked, "Not a lot of Jewish people where you're from?"
"Uhhh nah, well I did do fiddle on the roof in high school, it was like me and some aboriginals...real Jewish. This is full on...Jew." With that Beca smiled at the strangely hilarious women and turn around and strode off looking for another stand related to Djing. "Well alright, I'll give you my number." The small brunette heard the blonde from before say. Suppressing a laugh, Beca continued wandering the Activities Fair where she came across an internship at the local College Radio Station. Satisfied with her days events, she started her way across campus back to Baker Hall. She walked past a stand labeled 'Barden Bella's' and a puff of flaming orange hair caught her eye. Beca slowed to a slight stroll while keeping her on the red headed women at the Bella's stand. She didn't know what caught her eye, be it the flaming red hair or her sparkling blue eyes, something about the women just mesmerised her. The women next to her wielded blonde hair and had a stoic and rigid pose about her that Beca instantly didn't like. Female Hitler, the Dj thought as she neared the stand.
Immediately catching eye of the small brunette approaching, the red headed senior flashed the brightest small she could pull and whipped a leaflet off the clipboard and into her hand. This time she was going to get someone to join. One way or other. She didn't care what Aubrey said about the 'Alt girl with the mad ear spikes' approaching. Something about the girl tugged Chloe towards her and she was going to find out what.
"Hi, would you like to join our A Cappella group?" The redhead asked Beca as she passed her a leaflet. Ignoring the leaflet Beca raised an eyebrow and looked between the two seniors in front of her with a gaze that said she really didn't care.
"Right...this is a thing now." The Dj said in reply looking at the scowl embedded on the blonde's face and the bright smile that stretched across the redhead's face as if she was a canvas. There was something about that smile that kept her there, stopped her from turning and leaving the conversation bound to go wrong.
"Totes, we sing covers of songs without any instruments. It's all with our mouths." At that the ginger winked and used her pen to point to her lips. Totes? Who says totes these days beside from juniors in high school who think they have 'swag'?
"Yikes," Beca answered almost immediately. She wanted to finish this conversation quickly and get back to her dorm.
"There are four groups on Campus. The Bella's, that's us, we're the tits. That's the BU Harmonics, they sing a lot of Madonna. Over there's the High-notes...they aren't particularly motivated...and then there's..." She gave a disgusted look at a group of guys singing some lame song from the 80's and turned back to the brunette smiling. "So?"
"Sorry, it's just, pretty lame." The small brunette answered, dragging out the sorry before flashing a quick and apologetic smirk. Can a smirk be apologetic? Before the Dj could further resolve her question the Female Hitler interjected.
"Aca-scuse me?" Beca looked towards the blonde who had joined the ginger's and her conversation. "Synchronised lady dancing to a Mariah Carey chart topper is not lame!" The blonde nearly shouted.
"We sing all over the world and we compete in national championships." The redhead jumped in before the blonde could continue to belittle Beca. The Dj could tell the ginger covered for her friend a lot and let the blonde's comment slide.
"On purpose?" Beca nearly sighed, she just wanted to leave.
"We played the Cobb Energy Performing Arts Center, you bitch!" The Female Hitler nearly screamed which caused Beca to flash a grin.
"What Aubrey means to say is that we are close knit, talented group of ladies who's dream is to return to the National Finals at Lincoln Centre this year." The redhead once again interjected covering the blonde, who's name Beca now knew as Aubrey, as she did before. "Please help turn our dreams into a reality?" The sincere and pleading face the senior pulled almost made Beca say yes, almost.
"Sorry, but I don't even sing." Beca said, once again lying as she had done several other times that day. "It was really nice to meet you guys thought." And with that Beca smiled one last time and turned on her heel and left, still feeling Aubrey's eyes drilling into the back of her head and the face of the redheaded senior burned into her mind. College was definitely something.
A/N: Just to let everyone know, sadly I don't own Pitch Perfect or any of the characters. :( I hope you guys enjoyed and I wouldn't mind some reviews involving constructive criticism. Thanks. :)