Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters from Pitch Perfect.

Beca Mitchell isn't your average girl. She grew up with divorced parents, her father walked out on her at the age of 13, but after that moment, she no longer cared for her father. But Beca did everything for her mother. Her mother is the reason she discovered music. Her mother was the only one there for her. And Beca would always be there for her mother. But it's funny how things can change when you least expect it. One minute you feel like it'll always be there, but the next second, it's all just...gone. And that's what Beca realized several years back: everything can be taken away in an instant.

2009:

"Hi sweetie, I just arrived at the airport. I left dinner in the fridge." Beca's mom states through the phone.

"I know, mom." She chuckles, "You've told me four times already. I'll be fine mom, don't worry. It's only a weekend. It's not like I'm going to starve or anything. I mean, you practically made food to last me at least two weeks. Plus if anything happens, I'll just cook." Beca laughs through the phone.

"You're growing up. You're already turning 16 soon, which means 'someone's' getting their license! Next thing I know you'll be going on your first date, or losing your virginity at prom-"

"Mom, gross." Beca shudders. "That was a test, you should be disgusted by that." Her mom laughs and Beca rolls her eyes.

"It's like I can feel you rolling your eyes at me right now." Her mom states, which makes Beca laugh. The duo talk for an hour, while her mom waits for her flight.

"Mom, can I ask you something?" Beca suddenly asks. "Bec, you can come to for anything, I'm always here remember?" Beca smiles.

She sighs before asking, "What if I like girls? I mean, I'm not saying I'm a lesbian or anything, but I've just been thinking a lot. And I don't know- things are different with them. Like-"

"As in you wanna...make out with their face kinda attracted or...?"

Beca's cheeks turned red, "God, this is so uncomfortable. Never mind, I should've never brou-" "Beca, no. I'm glad you're opening up to me about this. Listen, I want you to know that no matter who you choose to date, I'll still love you. You can date the ugliest boy or girl for all I care, I'll think your partner isn't that attractive but I'll accept you AND them. Just as long as they're disrespectful and not now. I don't need anyone taking my baby away from me yet." Beca groans into the phone.

"Mom, I'm not a baby." "I know kid, I'm just messin with you. But don't be afraid to be yourself, alright baby girl? I will love you no matter who you are, and I always will. Remember that, okay? Now I gotta go. My flight is gonna board in a couple of minutes. I love you."

"I love you too, mom. Call me when your plane lands?"

"I will. Don't stay up late! Bye." Beca ends the call before laying on the couch, having the television on the news for her background noise while she drifts off to sleep.

x-x-x

Four and a half hours later, Beca hears her phone vibrating on the coffee table.

1 voicemail, 12 text messages, 3 missed calls.

Beca takes a look at the callers and texts, Aunt Sam (her mother's sister), and Beca's grandparents. Beca was confused, she saw texts that said 'Beca where are you?' 'Beca I need you to pick up your phone right now.' And many more. The girl calls her Aunt, on the first ring, she immediately picks up.

"Fucking christ. Where are you?" She says in between sobs. "What? I'm at home? W-why? Aunt Sam, what's wrong? What's going on?" Beca sat up from the couch.

"Beca, just. I'll explain later, but right now. I'll be there to pick you up, so just grab your coat, and I'll- I'll be there soon." She ends the call running upstairs to grab her iPod, headphones, and dark red hoodie that her mom bought her with her initials written at the bottom corner. It became Beca's favorite sweater and she always had it with her.

As she's going down the stairs, she tries to call her mom, but it says her phone is no longer in service. Beca tries to call several more times.

"Mom, why aren't you picking up?" Beca mutters to herself.

She hears honking outside. Beca turns off the television, and locks the door to her house as she runs to her aunt's car. The drive was silent, other than her Aunt's cries.

"Where are we going?" "The airport." Beca is hoping that the worse case scenario in her head isn't becoming a reality.

"W-why?" Beca stutters, her hands gripping onto her hoodie.

"One of the engine's on y-your mother's flight- it- it failed." Beca's face instantly became pale. Tears were brimming her vision. Beca's expression became unreadable and emotionless.

"St- stop." Beca says. "What?" "Sto- stop the car. Stop the car!" Aunt Sam pulls off the highway, but before it can come to a full stop, Beca's running out of the car and vomits into the grass. Her aunt exits the car, to take her place next to her niece.

Beca couldn't feel anything at that moment. Sure, she felt the vomit burn her throat, but that burning sensation is what made told Beca this was no nightmare, it's reality. She screamed so hard and loud, she no longer cared letting her throat scratch. At that moment, Beca couldn't feel a thing.

2012:

"Look, honey. College is...it's great. You get to create memories here, I see it every day. You just have to give it a chance. You've been here, what, a month now? Do you have any friends?" Beca's father states.

"Kimmy Jin is my friend." Beca tries to save herself. "No." Her roommate responds in monotone. Beca shoots her an unknown death glare.

"You gotta get out there, Bec. You gotta try something." Warren says as he looks at Beca's mac.

"I got a job at the radio station." Beca defends. "Great, that place. Yeah, it's dark and dirty and has like, what, those three weirdos who work there?"

"Well, four now." Beca smirks.

"You gotta try something new Bec. Join one club on campus. And if, at the end of the year, you still don't want to be here, you still want to go off to LA and be P. Diddy, well then, you can quit college. And I will help you move to LA." Beca drops her head a little, her eyes become a little eye-wide with a small smile playing on her lips.

"Seriously?" "Yes, seriously. But I really need to see it Beca. This is college. Join in."

Beca walks into the Shower stalls, not noticing anyone in the room, because who really showers in the afternoon.

"You shout it out

But I can't hear a word you say

I'm talking loud not saying much

I'm criticized

But all your bullets ricochet

Shoot me down, but I get up."

Beca sings as she turns on her water, her voice becomes louder, no longer caring for no one is in the room.

"I'm bulletproof, nothing to lose.

Fire away fire away."

Beca has no knowledge of a redhead slowly pulling her curtain open behind her with a perverted smirk.

"Ricochet, you take your aim-" "You CAN sing!" The redhead says.

Beca whips her body around, completely shocked that some random girl had THAT much confidence to intrude into her shower stall.

"DUDE!" Beca slams the curtain shut, only to be pulled open again by the attractive ginger.

"How high does your belt go?" "My what?" Beca backs up against the wall, her whole backside against the cold tiles. The girl shuts the water off. "Oh my god." She states, she realizes this stranger is the redhead from the activities booth.

"You were singing Titanium right?" Beca faces her back to Chloe. "You know David Guetta?"

"Have I been living under a rock? That song is my jam." The ginger leans closer to whisper: "My lady jam."

"That's nice." Beca sarcastically says, resting her forehead on the tile. "Yeah, it really builds." She winks.

Beca scrunches her nose, "Gross." "Can you sing it for me?"

"Dude, NO! Get out!" "Not for that reason! I'm not leaving here until you sing so..." Chloe sighs.

Beca awkwardly turns around, covering her body as much as she can. The two harmonize, and for that small moment, everything felt safe for Beca. They smile at each other, and Beca doesn't even realize she discontinued covering herself. The redhead's eyes quickly gaze down for a moment, smirking a little at her view. Beca does the same, but unknowingly stares a little to long at the girl's chest, which didn't go unnoticed by Chloe. Beca becomes a little red, and her eyes avert to the ceiling.

"Relax, I'm pretty confident about...all this." The ginger says. Beca smirks a little, "You should be."

"Come to auditions tomorrow? It would really mean a lot to me." The girl unexpectedly begs.

"I don't- I can't-" "Don't you dare say you can't sing. Not after a performance like that. Come one, just try it?" The unnamed beauty pouts a little.

Suddenly Beca thought about her dad's words, Join one club on campus. Beca scoffed to herself, "Fine. I'll be there." The redhead smiles brightly, scrunching her nose, which Beca thought was absolutely adorable.

"Oh." Chloe says, grabbing the towel behind her and handing it to Beca. "I'm still...you know, showering." Beca silently says.

The situation became more uncomfortable for the brunette, when some frat boy walked in. "You have a lovely voice." He smirks.

"Thanks." Is this guy serious? She thought. Several seconds later, the redhead and frat boy left the stalls. Beca couldn't believe what just happened, but she found herself laughing at her own dumb thoughts. Of course you'd get annoyed with the boy in the room. What about the ginger who barged into your shower? Beca thought, chuckling.