Copyright Disclaimer: 'Pitch Perfect' and all its characters do not belong to me. This property belongs to Universal Pictures. I do not own any of the characters or locations in this story, and the only people that I can take credit for are the original characters found in this story and the story itself. Now that that's out of the way, enjoy!

THE GUY IN THE ALL-GIRL ACAPELLA GROUP

Chapter One: A New Chapter

August 29th, 2012. There was a house on Vintage Street, near Los Angeles. 1771, West Vintage Street. It was a quaint little place, very quiet in the evening and night. It rested on a hill, in a cul-du-sac near a nice park, where children would head to after school to engage in. There was a pot of flowers that rested next to a chair on the painted-brown porch, which were left there so as to get enough sunlight.

Inside the house lived three people. One was a middle-aged man with graying brown hair, a long beard that stretched to his chest, and wrinkles under his eyes that signaled aging.

There also lived a young girl, with the same brown hair as her Father. She was no more than seven years old, and was almost always up bright and early that summer, no matter if the aging man, who worked late nights at work, was up or not.

And then there was the third man. Well, technically, he was still just a young man. An eighteen year old who slept peacefully in his bed. Until…

Oh, ohhh…

Oh, ohhh…

I believe in self-assertion,

Destiny, or a self-diversion.

Now it seems I've got my head on straight.

I'm a freak,

An apparition.

Seems I've made the right decision.

Try to turn back now,

It might be too late…

And it's up to the moon,

And then back again,

My happiness rears back as if to say…

I wanna stay home today…

Don't wanna go out!

The guy, hearing the music loud and clear, and knowing the lyrics like a recipe from a cookbook, groaned, remembering what day it was. The day he had been dreading for so long. Ever since… that horrible night.

He didn't want to think about it. He refused to think about it.

This young man had a name, as all people do. It was a common name, one he had been given the day he was born. However, in spite of being stuck with this name, he hated the very sound of it. He would not have people call him by his first name.

So, he simply called himself 'LP'. They were the two first letters of his first and middle name. And, despite his Father's reservations, the nickname, like glue, eventually stuck, and soon, the teen was known as LP McDaniel, to his friends, his family, and anyone who just so happened to ask for his name.

LP, still tired, blinked at least three times, as a means of waking himself up, and yawned, stretching his arms as he did so. He was always tired, usually up late at night, working on a new mix on his computer, or doing something else.

After eventually deciding that he was done waking himself up, LP stood on his feet, and groggily walked to the door of his bedroom. Once there, he placed his hand on the handle of the doorknob, and twisted it.

The door hung wide open, and LP walked out, faintly hearing the sound of the 'SpongeBob SquarePants' theme on the television. He carefully walked down the steps, so as to not wake his Father, who he knew valued his sleep quite a bit.

Once he was at the bottom of the stairs, he saw that his suspicions were confirmed: his little sister was watching the television, smiling and giggling as she watched SpongeBob Squarepants and his usual antics on the TV.

Seeing her happy brought a smile to his face, especially in light of everything that had happened over the summer. "Hey, kiddo." LP called out to her, in a low voice.

The little girl, June, turned around, and smiled. "Hey, LP! Wanna see what I made you?" She asked. LP chuckled, and said, "Sure. Wait, why do I smell pancakes?"

June hopped from where she sat on the couch, and walked over to LP, grabbing his hand once she was next to him. "That's what I want to show you! Now, come on."

He let her lead him to the kitchen table, where a plate was stacked with three big pancakes, topped with whipped cream, sprinkles, and maple syrup.

LP smiled, and laughed. "You didn't have to do this for me, June." He said, a small smile on his face. "I wanted to make you pancakes before you left for college." She said, happily.

The last word of June's sentence made both LP's heart and smile sink. He was once again nervous, and stressed. The hairs on his arms stood up, and he felt like his stomach had been turned into a pit. He then slowly nodded his head, before June looked at him, and cheerfully said, "Come on! Eat your breakfast!"

He smiled sadly at her. Her undeniable optimism and cheerfulness made him feel a little better. "Maybe things won't be so bad." He said, internally.

Obeying her command, LP chuckled, and took his seat at the table. "Yes, ma'am." He said, averting his eyes to the stack of pancakes, which he was now eyeing, very, very hungrily.

"Hey, LP?" June asked, as LP heartily ate his breakfast, only to pause. "Yeah, kiddo?" He replied. "You'll come back, right?" She asked, wanting to spit out that question from the very minute she got up.

LP sighed, and stopped eating. He set down his fork, and rested both of his hands on her shoulders. "Listen to me: I will come back. You understand? I will be here, again. On Thanksgiving, on Christmas, on Easter, heck, even on your birthday. I will be there, baby girl. You have nothing to worry about. You still have my number, right?" She nodded. "Good. If you ever need anything, call me. I'll shoot over as fast and as soon as I can." He said, before kissing her on the head.

"Okay." June said, nodding her head. Then, she wrapped her small arms around his upper body, to which he did the same. "I'll be here no matter what, June. I promise you."

After fifteen minutes, LP finished his breakfast, and washed it all down with a glass of warm milk. He then proceeded to make his way to the bathroom on the second floor, carefully tiptoeing to the door as he did so, as a means of not waking up his Father.

LP entered the bathroom, and removed his clothes from his body. He then proceeded to open the shower, and got on. He turned on the hot water, and let it caress his body, happy that the heat gave him such a good feeling in the morning. And, on top of that, it completely took the sleep out of his body.

While in the shower, he thought about what college would be like, and all the possibilities there were. Would there be some kind of groups for music? Would the food be good? Who would be his roommate? And, most importantly, who would be his friend.

He decided to put the thoughts to bed, for a while. At least until he got onto the plane, or until he was actually at the place. He wanted to reserve all worries at least until then.

After his shower, LP grabbed a towel from a handle next to the door of the shower, and wrapped it around his waist. He then moved over to the mirror, and placed his hands on the edge of the bathroom sink, as he looked at his reflection in the mirror.

LP was a relatively tall guy, with short, parted dark hair, and dark blue eyes, like an ocean. He was fairly skinny, and had a hint of a mustache growing on his face.

He smiled at himself in the mirror. Not out of vanity, but out of reassurance. "Don't worry. It probably won't be that bad." He said, before unwrapping the towel, and getting dressed in the outfit he had set out for himself on the toilet.

Within three minutes, LP was dressed in a pair of jeans, and a slick gray and black jacket with a hood. The only thing that he felt was missing from his outfit was sitting on his dresser in his room.

LP left the bathroom, and walked into his room. The sight of it being so empty didn't make him feel better.

What once was a room with various posters for films, including but not limited to the poster for 'Scott Pilgrim vs. the World', 'Up', and 'Good Will Hunting' now had empty walls.

What once was a room with an XBox 360, a Playstation 3, a Playstation 2, a Nintendo 64 and Nintendo Gamecube, now had most of those systems, sans the XBox 360 and a few games, being put in the basement.

What once had various containers of comic books and films would now be a room without any of those things, and all of those things would be moved to the basement.

All that was left was a stripped bed, an empty closet, dresser, and desk, and a black beanie on said dresser. He promptly grabbed the beanie, and sat on his bed as he held it in his hands.

For a few moments, he just sat, and stared at the beanie. He looked at it, stared at it, as if it were the last thing he'd ever see. He had worn it for three years, and, somehow, it had not gotten smaller, nor had it stopped fitting on his head.

His Mother bought it for him. It was probably the biggest reason why he kept hold of it, other than the fact that it was, in all honesty, a pretty nice hat.

After what seemed like forever, he finally stopped staring at the hat when he heard a knock at the door. LP looked at the door, and, with slight hesitation, said, 'Come in."

The door opened, and in walked his Father, Thomas. The man wore a black robe, and an exhausted look in his eyes. He had a mug of hot coffee in his hands, with the mug saying 'Wake Me Up When I Give A Fuck'.

The sight of Thomas, as well as the coffee mug, which LP found utterly cringeworthy, made LP slightly look at the ground.

"Well, good morning to you, too." Thomas said sarcastically, before taking a sip of the coffee.

The comment made LP slightly scowl at his Father, who took notice of this. "Hey, come on, LP. We don't need this, today. Not when you're leaving." Thomas said, which prompted LP to stand up, and stand directly in front of his Father. "No, Dad. I don't need this, today. Especially in front of June."

Thomas set the mug down on the dresser, and put his hand on his son's arm. "Look, we don't need to talk about what happened, now. And, in all actuality, I just wanted to come in to tell you that, if you want to make it to your plane, you better be packed, and ready to be out the door and in the car in thirty seconds flat, you understand me?"

LP, in spite of not wanting to be in the same airspace as his father, sighed, and nodded his head. "Yes, sir."

"Good. Now, grab your stuff, and get in the car."

Thomas then grabbed the mug, and left the room, but not before taking another sip of his coffee. He then left the room, with LP to do but a few things.

LP then proceeded to check everything that he wanted to pack with him: clothes, money, a backpack, textbooks, paper, notebooks, pencils, his phone, his phone charger, his headphones, his computer, his XBox 360, a few video games for said XBox 360, and a few DVDs to watch. He had all of these things. They were all in his luggage, and were about to be in the trunk of his Father's car.

"It's time to go." He said. "Time to face the rest of the world, and move onto the next chapter of my life."

After putting on a pair of sunglasses, LP grabbed his phone and headphones, as well as his backpack, and walked out of the door. But, before he closed it, he looked back at his room. He thought about how much he would miss it, and how many memories he'd have of it. Playing Red Dead Redemption with his friends, coloring with June, watching 'Heat' with his Father…

This was no time for sentimentality. This was a time for moving on. And LP knew this. He was ready for this. And, with that, he took a deep breath, and closed the door.

On the way to the airport, LP didn't say a word as his Father drove. Not that Thomas had anything to say, either. The only one in the car who had anything to say was June, who sang along to whatever was on the radio.

While Thomas was paying close attention to the road, LP was completely tapped out. His sunglasses shielded his eyes from the bright, shining morning sun. He had his beanie draped over most of his head, and his headphones softly played music into his ears.

Eventually, the car parked in front of the airport. And LP knew that it was time. Time to say goodbye, for a long while. To everything that he had grown up with. To write a new chapter in a storybook. To keep moving forward.

LP got out of the car. He grabbed his luggage, and watched as his sister looked at him, a sad look in her eyes. He tried to ignore it, but, how could he?

Soon, all of the things he needed were in his hands. He was ready. LP knew that he was ready.

Thomas and June hopped out of the car. As soon as she opened the door, June ran into LP's lap, and hugged him. He then bent down on one knee, and hugged her back. "I love you, LP. Please don't go! Please!" She said, sadly.

Resisting the urge to cry himself, LP hugged her even tighter, and squeezed his eyes shut. "I love you too, kiddo. And… just remember, I'm always available if you need or want to call me. Okay?" He asked, as his grip tightened on her.

Eventually, he had to let go of her. As hard as it was for him, he did, and he took a deep breath, before going over to his Father. LP had his head hung low, and Thomas could clearly see that he was trying his best to save face.

Not knowing what else to do, Thomas put his hand on his son's shoulder, to which LP looked up at him. "Son…", Thomas started. LP waited for a few moments, wanting his Father to say something. Anything.

Then, all Thomas could say, was a dull, "Be careful." And, with that, he took his hand from his son's shoulder, and clasped his daughter's right hand, only to lead her back to the car. Soon, the two of them were in the car, and driving away. And the last thing that LP saw was June's face, as she stared out the back window, as if LP would drop college, and run back into the car.

Once he was on the plane, and his luggage was safe and secure, LP sat in a seat next to the window in coach. As soon as he was seated, he pulled out his phone, and pulled up his playlist. He scrolled down on the screen, until he came across the song that he wanted: 'Piano Man'. "Nothing like a little Billy Joel to make myself feel better."

As the song started, LP closed his eyes, and imagined himself in a bar. He imagined himself playing a piano, while a nicely-dressed guy served free drinks to friendly customers, and his friends watched and admired his skills on the piano.

Sing us a song,

You're the piano man.

Sing us a song

Tonight.

While we're all in the mood for a melody

And you've got us feeling alright.

Oh, la diddy da

Diddy da da

He played that song on repeat. All the way until he got to the other airport.

When the plane landed, LP grabbed everything he had, and got off. Once he did, he went to the luggage, and grabbed the bags he needed to get. Then, he walked out of the airport, and breathed in the new Atlanta air. It smelled fresh, cool and nice. Hopefully, it would stay that way.

LP, spotting a cab, and in desperate need of transportation, whistled to get the driver's attention. As if on cue, the cab stopped right in front of him. The cabbie, a black man who looked as if he was in his mid 40s, rolled the window down. "Hop in, man." He said, with a friendly smile.

LP smiled back, and said, "Give me a second. I have some stuff I need to put in the trunk." The cabbie gave a nod of his head. "Go ahead. Do what you gotta do."

LP put his bags in the trunk, and brought with him only his phone and headphones into the backseat. Once everything was in the trunk, he sat down, and closed his door.

"Where to?" The cabbie asked. "Barden University." LP said, bluntly. "Got it." The cabbie responded, before driving off.

While on the road to the college, LP remained almost completely silent. Like in the car and aboard the plane, he had his headphones plugged into his phone, and listened to some of his favorite songs.

Eventually, the cabbie asked, somewhat awkwardly, "So… you excited for college?" LP chuckled a little, being able to hear what the cabbie said, due to the music being at an okay level.

"Not really. Tell you the truth, this wasn't the first college I wanted to go to." LP said as he looked out the cab window. "Really? Huh. Well, you ever been to Atlanta before?" The cabbie asked another question. "No. It's not that I didn't want to be in this city, it's just that… I wanted to go to a college where my other friends are." LP explained.

The cabbie nodded his head, again. "Cool, cool." Then, LP chuckled a little, making the cabbie confused. "What's so funny?" He asked. "Oh, nothing. It's just… we're sitting in this cab, talking about stuff, and it reminds me of a scene from one of my favorite movies." LP explained his reasoning for laughing.

The cabbie smiled. "What movie?" LP smiled back, and said, "Collateral. You know, the movie directed by Michael Mann, with Tom Cruise and Jamie Foxx as the hitman and cab driver? It's one of my favorite movies of all time."

The cab driver chuckled a little. "I saw that movie when it came out at a theater in LA. It was pretty badass, not gonna lie." He said.

"Definitely. I made so many short films in high school that were inspired by that movie and Heat, which Michael Mann also directed." LP said, nostalgically.

LP thought of how he made so many movies with his friends in film class. He thought of his teacher, Mr. Jones, and how he was his favorite teacher. He thought about graduation, and… and he didn't want to think about the past, anymore.

He remained silent for the rest of the cab ride, until they finally arrived at the University. As LP got out and grabbed his things, he said to the cabbie, "Thanks for getting me here. You're a pretty good driver."

LP then pulled out the amount of money needed to pay for his ride, which the cabbie took. "Thanks, man. You take care of yourself, okay?" He said, to which LP smiled, and said, "I will. Thank you. You take care of yourself, too."

Then, the cabbie gave him a thumbs up, and drove. And LP turned around, and looked at the sight in front of him: people, walking around the campus, talking with one another, laughing, smiling, building after building, and a sign that read, in big blue letters, 'WELCOME TO BARDEN!'

LP sighed, and said, 'It's time to start a new chapter.'

Author's Note: What do you guys think? I've wanted to write this one for a while, and I am gonna try to squeeze this one in with Rebellion and Scumbags. Also, after much thought, I am canceling Thunderbird entirely. If someone wants to adopt it, they can, and I'm totally okay with that! Just tell me when you do, send me a link (and a message, if possible), and credit my name in the story! Anywho, thank you all for reading, leave a review and give me your thoughts/feedback, and, as always, take care, and I'll see you next time! Until then, I'm the Flying Hawaiian 001, and I'm back, baby! For good!