A/N: Decided to start with a short chapter to see how you guys like it.

Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN PITCH PERFECT.

"Show you off, tonight I want to show you off..." Cass looked out the window of the car, tapping her foot to the beat currently playing through her headphones, "Beauty and A Beat" by Justin Bieber. The only reason she had it on her iPhone was because the beat was good to beatbox and dance to.

... Maybe.

She was feeling anxious. Today, she'd be starting her senior year at Barden University. Her freshman and sophomore years at Harvard were stressful ones. Everyone was uptight and studious, the teachers piled on the homework like free ice-cream, and there was never any time to relax.

Cassandra felt like she developed a face full of stress lines from those two hard-working years.

That was partly why she decided to go to Barden; to pursue her second career choices, dance and music. She'd been a dancer ever since she was 4, and she remembered the pride she felt at age 11, winning Top National Soloist even though she'd had pneumonia.

Music came unexpectedly. She never really thought she could sing, but her voice developed over the years, and compliments were surprisingly being directed her way. She learned how to beat box and rap along with singing, and it quickly became her other passion.

This year however, her parents were making her focus solely on studies. She couldn't blame them, but she couldn't help but be disappointed. When she made the decision to drop out of Harvard, her parents were extremely disapproving, and became even more strict. She knew they only wanted the best for her but...

"Cassandra, take those things out of your ears, we're here."

Cass sighed, getting out of the car while taking her headphones out of my ears and pushing her wavy light brown hair out of her face. When she did, her mouth dropped open in shock.

What the hell.

Her first thought was Wow, the atmosphere is totally different from Harvard.

Her second - Holy crap, why are there so many people?

There were cars crawling on the road as millions of people littered the campus, carrying boxes, rolling suitcases, dragging – wait, was that a bag filled with teddy bears?

Definitely different from Harvard.

"Hi there! Welcome to Barden University, what dorm?"

Holy fucking shi-

Holding a hand to her chest, Cass took a deep gulp of air.

"Kirby Hall." she informed the weird, perky girl, gathering her breath.

"Ok, so here's whatcha gonna do. You go down this way, take a right, and you'll end up at the center of..."

Cass tried to pay attention. Honestly. Then she heard the music, and, well the sound was more interesting than the creepy pop-up girl.

She had no idea what she was expecting to see. A karaoke club? A bunch of people doing the Harlem Shake? (No one at Harvard had ever done the Harlem Shake, much less want to make a video...)

She definitely did not expect to see a group of hot guys singing acapella.

Mind you, they were nerdy guys - she could see one of them riding a unicycle, and another in a magician's cape - but they were hot guys nevertheless.

It looked like they were warming up, matching pitches and singing riffs, but there was no mistaking the talent there. Their voices blended together, and Cass smiled when she heard the discreet, but powerful beat boxing in the back.

She nodded her head to the beat while scanning the group until she found the source: a tall, slim dude in hipster glasses and styled black hair. He was scanning his phone, and a sign beside him read THE TREBLEMAKERS.

She raised her eyebrows, getting the bad pun, before turning her attention back to the creepy pop-up girl. Yes, that was her nickname for her, deal with it.

"...and here is your BU rape whistle, don't blow it unless it's actually happening!"

Cass stiffened. Why the hell would they need rape whistles at this school?

"Thank... you...?" she replied hesitantly, quirking an eyebrow and carefully taking the rape whistle with her fingertips, stuffing it into her pocket.

She then turned to face her mom who was staring after the creepy pop-up girl concernedly. "Why would they need rape whistles at this school? See, this never happened at Harvard, I told you it would've been better to stay at that school than go here. You better keep your grades up and focus on your school work, and if you get pregnant..."

Cass almost rolled her eyes, but stopped herself before her mother could notice and scold her about how rolling your eyes is very rude, etc, etc.

"Mom, people are staring. I'm going now." she said quickly.

She walked off, rolling along her suitcases while hoisting her backpack up onto her shoulder, trying to balance the boxes she had under her arms.

And that's when she realized: when she tuned creepy pop-up girl, she was tuning out some very important information.

She had no idea where her dorm was.

This was fan -fucking-tastic.