Hiiiii. Hello. Meep. This will be a multi. I had a little strike today and was like "Eff you man, just start this already." So. First chapter feels rushed, but I'm excited. If you hate this, please be patient. For those of you who feel like this is a little familiar, know that I took a start with the inspiration of Emily Blunt and Matt Damon in The Adjustment Bureau. (This will not be an Adjustment Bureau AU). I GOT PLANS YALL. x

Chapter 1

"And the Grammy goes to…er…"

Beca ran her hands through her hair. She let out an exasperated breath. She stared down at the sink. She stared at the drain. The little silver drain cap popped from the white. This is a very clean sink. It's pretty shiny. Beca closed her eyes. She now drew in a very deep, registering breath. She moved her head back up. She opened her eyes. There she was.

Her reflection did not portray anything special. It did not show a gleaming, winner. Her reflection, her other self rather, was somehow questioning the real Beca Mitchell. The mirror was doing exactly what fairy tales told us all it would. It told the truth. This girl was not a winner.

"The Grammy goes to…I don't know…Guy Diamond!?" Beca clenched her jaw. (She saw Trolls a few weeks ago and loved that Troll). She was in a world of self-loathing and pity. But fuck off, okay? She was about to audition for the studio and she was panicked. Pep talk? Pep talk. That's why she came in here. That's why when the assistant on this floor told her she had roughly fifteen minutes; she bolted for the men's bathroom.

Okay rewind.

She went for the women's bathroom originally. Calm down, North Carolina. (Yikes, sorry). But let's be real, that place (the female bathroom) was a joke. It had a line of texting teens, and occupied sinks and mirrors for touch ups. Beca needed air, she needed space. She needed to collect herself. When she walked away from the women's bathroom, she stood for a moment. She was about to burst. (With emotion, not pee).

She looked to her left, and the men's was right there. She knew because she could see the door with the sign—it wasn't blocked by a line. She made her move quickly, trying not to be seen. But let's be real, she wouldn't have given a fuck if anyone did. She had a bigger dick than most.

The door closed behind her. Before her was a vast, empty, fancy bathroom. It was probably bigger than her studio apartment. This was a classy ass building to hold auditions. It had to be though, this was the big leagues. Oh god…she was going to barf. Beca darted straight to the counter. She turned on the water and splashed some in her face. She took another quick, cautious look around. There was literally no one in sight. Whatever she had to do to get herself straight—now was the time. She looked around again.

"Hello?" She echoed. Nothing replied. She turned back around quickly.

"Okay Mitchell, get it together. This isn't like you. You know you're good. You're great! Why should this be a big deal?"

She shook her head staring herself in the eyes.

"This is a big deal, you FUCK. This is it. This is EVERYTHING you've been working towards. You skipped college, you fought dad tooth and nail—but he helped you get here. And now what? You're gonna let him down? Again?"

Now we move forward like…50 seconds, where I started this story.

She had created fictional acceptance speeches at the Grammys for people that were NOT her. She was going down a spiral. She was already accepting that she would not nail this audition.

"Your LIFE FAILURE ladies and gentlemen…Beca Mitchell. And the crowd goes wild! Ahhh!"

Beca raised her hands in the air to do some sort of version of Jazz Hands, and faked the crowd roar. She then flipped herself off in the mirror, still "crowd surfing."

Click click click…

"Oh shit. Shit shit shit…" A whisper.

Beca dropped her hands. She whirled around to look at the line of closed stalls. They were full door stalls, so I suppose she didn't truly know if she was alone. It now dawned on her that she wasn't.

"…Hello?" Beca echoed.

She stared out into the increasing void of this bathroom, still wanting to believe she was alone. But then she heard a gentle sigh coming from the far end of the bathroom. She heard a few more clicks, and then rustling of some kind. She eventually heard the opening handle. Beca raised her hands in karate-chop mode, prepared for whatever being was about to charge her and try to kill her.

Beca wasn't quite prepared for what she saw.

Out of the noisy stall emerged a slightly taller woman in a long, strapless, royal blue dress. There were small jewels at the top near her chest. Her hair was bright orange—red. It was clipped half up. She had athletic arms, and a slender body. She was carrying her clutch in one hand…and…an open bottle of champagne in the other. She clicked in her heels straight up to the bathroom counter, a few sinks down from Beca's.

Oh, and she was a total fox.

Beca felt incredibly underdressed in her blazer. Where did this girl come from? The Royal Ball?

"T-this is the men's." Beca stammered quietly, still in shock. And increasing embarrassment.

"Yep." The red head replied quickly, rummaging through her bag looking down.

Beca continued to stare at this girl, wide-eyed. Why wasn't she phased? She didn't have much time to overthink as the girl turned to into her direction, quickly.

"Sorry about that. I didn't mean to eavesdrop. I just didn't know what to do. Because I heard you come in and say 'hello' and I probably should have said hi but…then I thought that would be weird because it's the men's. But you're in here too so that's equally weird and I shouldn't have felt weird but I did. Then I stumbled on my thoughts. And I still couldn't speak. Um…and then you started talking to yourself. It was obviously very personal and…I was kind of stuck in No Man's Land."

The girl smiled at Beca awkwardly. Sincerely. Beca continued to stare.

"Then all got to be too much so…I came out."

"What are you doing in the men's bathroom?"

"Just couldn't hold it!" The woman shot back playfully. She was met with silence from Beca.

"I…uhh…well I'm hiding."

Beca let out a small laugh, somewhat incredulous.

"From security." The red head finished.

"…Why…" Beca asked.

"I crashed a wedding, upstairs." The woman said casually, nodding.

"P-people still do that?" Beca asked confused.

The woman in the gown shrugged. She then nodded slightly.

"It was a dare."

"Who dared you to crash a wedding?" Beca asked.

A moment passed. Both looking right at one another.

"Me." She replied simply.

"Oh." Beca smiled a little.

"Are you auditioning on this floor?! Don't tell me…for the…umm."

"For the—St"

"NO Don't tell me. I know this. I read about it. Umm. The…music, thingy? The like job. The like job for music? Shit."

Beca allowed herself to a laugh a little now too. The woman across from her laughed as well, and she bit her lip and turned her head to the side. Waiting.

"I am auditioning for the record company, yeah. Hoping to become a music producer. But if I can land any type of gig with them, well then that would be awesome."

"Willing to do whatever it takes, huh?" The red head beamed.

"Yeah. But. They won't take me."

"Why not?"

"It's just…a feeling. Like something has come over me."

"Really?"

"Yeah. It's stupid. I'm not expecting anything big. But I'm here, why not burn with dignity?"

"Do you secretly not want to get the…the 'gig?"

"Well. Maybe not. I don't know. It's not very steady. This whole stress thing too. This adrenaline. It's not for me. It gets old."

"Mmmm…" The girl shook her head slowly. She looked Beca up and down for a moment. She returned her somewhat gaze to Beca's eyes.

"I don't buy it."

Pause.

"I think you love it."

Beca nearly fell back. She was confused. She was dazed. She was intrigued. She was allured.

"D-do. Do I know you?" Beca smiled, moving a little closer.

The girl in the girl in the blue dress moved closer herself. She then hopped on top of the counter next to Beca, and looked down at her smiling.

"You would know if you knew me." She quirked.

"Oh, okay. I see." Beca laughed again.

The girl began swinging her legs back and forth a little. Somewhat playfully—not like she was bored.

"So you really don't think you have a shot?"

Beca shrugged.

"Ah okay." The woman nodded, hopping off the counter again. Now the two were standing face to face.

"Well. I think that's a load of shit. And you need to wake up. Besides, you're due in there any minute. No backing out now." The woman said confidently. She never seemed to take her eyes off of Beca's eyes.

"Are you a motivational speaker or something?"

"Do I sound like I am?" The girl raised her eyebrow.

Beca was shy of words yet again.

"I believe in you." The red head whispered.

The two smiled awkwardly at each other. The silence fell into the room once more. They didn't seem too bothered by it, however. Beca looked at her beautiful face. She bit her lip a little, beginning to feel something. A longing, perhaps. Her eyes moved down to the girl's full lips.

It was sudden, and it began happening. Beca felt herself moving in for this girl, and the girl returning. No explanation. No hesitation. It just started. Like magnets.

Beca took in a sharp breath before colliding with this stranger's lips. She caught the red head's top lip with her own, and sucked on it when pulling back. She felt the other girl's lips sucking on Beca's bottom. They both breathed deeply through their nose. It was passionate. It was deep. When they slowly pulled apart, they crashed their lips against one another again, moving towards the opposite lips—pulling, sucking, tasting. Beca's hands were instantly around this girl's waist—she pulled her in tighter—holding on to her. The red head wrapped her arms around Beca's shoulders and placed one hand on the back of her neck. She pushed Beca into her—hard. It was as if this was needed to survive. It was a heated, continuing kiss. Beca had no time to think or realize that she had no idea who this girl even was. It just felt right.

The bathroom door crashed open.

The two were startled by this, and broke apart instantly. The red head wiped her bottom lip as Beca whipped around to see whoever it was that came in.

She was soon greeted with the same assistant from earlier.

"Oh shit! Sorry! I didn't…I didn't realize…" He said quickly.

Beca turned back to the girl, and watched her gather her things quickly. She kneeled down and removed her heels. She smiled, shaking her head.

"It's all right. It's okay." The blushing red head said quietly. Beca was still standing looking around. She was confused and not sure what to do. One thing she knew, she didn't want this girl to go anywhere—no matter who was watching them. Sure enough, her wish was not granted. The girl moved right past her quietly, the whole lack of heels thing. Her dress was flowing behind her.

"W-wait!" Beca stammered just as the girl grabbed the door. The red head turned quickly to meet Beca's eyes. She gave her a wink. And just like that, she was gone.

Beca moved quickly through the door and looked out, watching the woman subtly run for the exit. The security team seemed to wake up and move after her. All Beca could hear was the girl laughing as she escaped through the glass doors.

"Who was that?" The assistant asked, suddenly beside Beca.

Normally she would roll her eyes and ignore this idiot. It was none of his business. But truth be told, she wasn't quite back down to earth yet. She was still staring after where this mystery woman fled.

"I have no idea." Beca smiled.