A/N: Hi there! Here's another Gendry/Arya fic, but this time it's definitely not an oneshot! This fic is a Modern AU based in the plot of the movie Pitch Perfect, with Arya in the paper of Becca and Gendry in Jesse's (and by that the only thing I mean is that they're the protagonists). Nonetheless, obviously, the story won't be exactly the same, but I do plan on keeping some of its awesome scenes. I'll try my best to keep them in character, but I apologize in advance if some of the secondary characters aren't. This chapter's more like an introduction but from here on, I promise it will be a lot funnier! And please, remember that English is not my first language, so there will possibly be some typos. Enjoy!

ARYA.

Arya could already see the campus through the cab's window; it was incredibly big, full of shops and buildings, just like a city. She had just moved from Alaska to Georgia, so she still wasn't used to its climate. The sweat, the excitement, the wonder and the slight pressure she felt made her a little dizzy. My new University…, she thought while sighing to herself, Am I supposed not to get lost on this huge ass campus?

The taxi parked right between two exactly identical ones. Arya massaged her temples before getting out of the cab and grabbing her luggage from the trunk. She paid the driver and started making her way to the dorms slowly, while gazing at her surroundings, still amazed by the hugeness of it all. But her astonishment disappeared the moment she realized that the people around her made so much noise she couldn't even hear the song playing in her headphones –It's time by Imagine Dragons – she normally listened to indie songs, but she also liked 2000-ish ones, because they reminded her of her brothers. She could have handled anything else, but, extremely noisy university students? Are you fucking kidding me? She cursed inside her head.

Arya tried to steer through the crowd. The suitcases got kicked several times and she could already see some bruises over they garnet colored surface. Her mood was getting worse with each passing second. Then, when she had reached the end of the crowd, she was glancing at behind her and something got in her way.

She stumbled against it and fell backwards; Arya could have avoided the fall if it weren't for one of her suitcases, which was standing right behind her feet and eliminated any chance to land with relative dignity, so she ended up falling on her butt to the ground. She groaned while rubbing the area that had hit the floor, and when she opened her eyes she saw two things: the streetlight that had caused the accident and a guy just a few feet from her, who had most likely seen everything. Arya's fears where proved true when he started laughing at her like a maniac. She frowned, clearly annoyed by the boy's shrieks of laughter. Noticing the expression on her face, he tried to stop laughing and walked over her, offering a helping hand once he was standing before her.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to laugh at-…" that's all he could say before Arya slapped his hand fiercely.

She stood up, shook the dust off her back, put on her headphones again, grabbed her suitcases and walked away, only facing back to flip him off. His eyes widened for a moment before he started cackling again, which made her grow even more annoyed.

What the fuck is wrong with the people in this campus?

After a long and stressful journey, Arya reached her room in the dorms, and no one could know how grateful she was for it. The room was divided in two sides: one of which was already decorated rather extravagantly, the other one was totally plain. There was a girl on the eccentric bed – which was decorated by several and plenty colorful cushions, and she was sitting atop of all of them – typing happily on her iMac's keyboard. Suddenly, a thunderous sound made the room's walls tremble. Arya's first reaction was to bring her hands to her ears in order to protect them from all the noise and she couldn't help slightly grimacing. The other girl seemed to realize that the volume was perhaps a little too high and Arya could see how she muttered something – she obviously couldn't hear what she was saying – before lowering the volume. The song that was playing was Call me maybe by Carly Rae Jepsen. She sighed in relief while her roommate – a tall, beautiful, lightly dressed redhead – approached her with a wide grin on her lips.

"You must be Arya Stark, right?" she asked at the same time she shook her hand vividly.

"Yup…" Arya answered, scratching the back of her neck and smiling awkwardly. "And you are…?"

"Ros." The redhead leaned in and hugged the poor little Stark, who was feeling more awkward than she ever had. "I'll help you"

They grabbed her suitcases and put them over her plainly white-sheeted bed. Ros seemed to pay special attention to one of them, which was shaped with the form of a particular musical instrument.

"So… you can play the acoustic guitar?" her eyes gleamed with curiosity, Arya nodded in response.

"The electric too, but I don't own one," she smiled shyly to herself. "... yet."

They heard somebody knocking at the door; Ros went to receive whoever it was while Arya unpacked her belongings. She heard a very familiar voice saying "Ros! Is this my sister's room?"

Arya turned around abruptly, searching with her eyes that sweet voice's owner. She wasn't surprised when she saw Sansa peeking over Ros's shoulders and grinning when she caught sight of her little sister.

"Arya!" Sansa cried out as she dodged Arya's roommate and ran through the door towards her, with her arms wide opened.

"… No." she warned her, holding up her hands to prevent her older sister from hugging her. "I think I've had enough hugs for today, thanks." she grimaced again, which didn't seem to please Sansa at all.

"How was the trip towards here?" the blue eyed girl forced a smile, but Arya could read the apathy in her eyes.

"Boring." Arya had gone back to unpacking her things but she could almost feel how her sister rolled her eyes at her articulated answer. "Mom, dad and our bros send their regards." Sansa winced slightly when Arya used the word 'bros'.

"Hum, seriously? And what did they say?" she was playing with her own fingers nervously. Arya sighed before turning around again.

"Sansa… What do you want?" she stood idly while awaiting her sister's answer. Ros looked at the blue eyed girl and smiled coyly. "Come on, I've known you for eighteen years already, at this point you can't fool me anymore. Spit it."

"Look, I know you just arrived and you don't even know the activities this university can offer you, but I really need to ask you a little favor…" she tried to laugh but it turned out to be more of a sight. Arya raised one of her eyebrows, standing still with her arms crossed. "See, I'm in this a capella group, The Barden Bellas, and four of our former members graduated the last year so we obviously need four new members to replace them… And I thought, you know, you sing pretty well and you can read music sheets and this Saturday at nine o'clock we're holding the auditions…"

"And you want me to try out." Sansa pulled out her most efficient trick: the puppy eyes. It was Arya's turn to roll her eyes. "Okay, okay, but you must leave right now. I'm too tired to deal with your pheromones right now." Her blue eyed sister tried to hug her again, but Arya dodged it once more.

Arya stepped inside the pub with some uncertainty. Back home, she had been searching for a place she could work in, because she felt a little bad for her parents who must have to pay a lot of money for her to live in such campus and study in such University. Besides, she had always been very proud and felt that letting them pay for everything stained her pride deeply.

She had found a pub called Valar Morghulis which sought an entertainer of any type. Arya had emailed the establishment's owner, a man called Jaqen H'gar; she had sent him some of the covers she had recorded and he had asked her to pay him a visit when she arrived in order to sign the contract.

The place wasn't as bad as she had imagined – you can't really imagine anything good with such a name -, it obviously lacked some lighting and she couldn't really appreciate the decoration in the darkness.

Arya saw a man standing behind pub's bar and approached him awkwardly.

"Excuse me," she said after clearing her throat. "do you know where Jaqen H'gar is?" she wasn't really sure if she had pronounced the name correctly.

"A man is standing right in front of a girl." Arya recognized that strange third-person-speech immediately. Thought she had imagined he would be a rather weird person, his hair, which was dyed in bright red and white, caught her by surprise. "A man supposes a girl's name is Arya Stark, right?"

She nodded and shook his hand nervously. Jaqen put the glass he was washing down and opened a drawer to take Arya's contract and a pen out. She grabbed them and proceeded to sign it – she had read it at home, when he had sent her an identical copy by email.

"A girl will start working this weekend." He said calmly as he grabbed another glass and started to wash it as well. "A girl will be able to sing any song she wants as long as she has prepared it previously. A man will lend a girl his electric guitar whenever she needs it whilst she asks for it in advance."

Arya liked that last statement; having an acoustic guitar and being able to borrow an electric one whenever she needed it, she would be able to sing almost any song she wanted to.

Maybe this won't be as bad as I thought.