Okay, ladies and gents, I have come out with a new story! I thought of this one while driving too! Maybe I should start paying more attention to the road instead of thinking of ideas, huh? Anyway, this one is kind of out of my comfort zone. I don't know. Hopefully you all like it! If you don't just let me know and I will not continue and go back to writing Wanted. I am still going to work on Wanted, but this is something I was really excited to write about.

Disclaimer : I don't own Pitch Perfect or Taylor Swift.

I can't believe that this is where I am. Six months ago I would laughed in your face and told you to shut the fuck up. Yet, here I am in L.A. with a beautiful apartment, high end clients, and a badass car. Things I did not expect to have at this time in my life. I was 23 years old, and I am one of the most sought after music producers in the game. I have almost everything I want in life. The one thing I am without though is Jesse Swanson. Things didn't exactly work out as planned. That happens, right? I thought we were going to have our fairy tale ending. I thought we would have had an ending like in one Jesse's romantic comedies. We moved to LA together, yes, but he went in to scoring movies and I got a huge job offer at a high end studio in the city. We didn't work out. We never saw each other, and eventually he got fed up and left. Honestly, I think he got scared, and to think that running away is usually my thing. I sighed and shook my head, trying to shake the thought of him again. It has been five months and I still can't get him out of my head.

"Hey, Beca!" Taylor bounded in to the studio, and today she looked like a damn sailor. Complete with a little white hat pinned to the top side of her head. This girl had the strangest style in the entire universe. She dresses like she is 90 years old and has like a billion cats. Okay, maybe she only has one cat, but whatever. My newest client was Taylor Swift and I was assigned to help her produce her record. I would usually help her lay down some beats as she played some tune on the guitar, and that is usually how the day went. She may be my friend, now, but I would have rather had a client like David Guetta or even Demi Lovato. When I got the news I would be working with Taylor I was pretty mad. I won't even lie. I heard some of her music before and it was pretty much a 22 year old woman stuck with the mentality of a kid in junior high. Regardless, I was helping her with her new album.

"What's up, Taylor?" I chuckled, sliding my beats off my head. I was pretty excited considering they were my new babies. I even had them customized! They were a dark purple and a gold B engraved on the side. They were amazing.

"I finally came up with a name for my album." She bounced up and down in the studio seat.

"Tell me!" I was genuinely excited for her. This album was so different from all of her other stuff. Granted it still had the same premise, but it sounded different. I was kind of happy to be able to put my name in the book.

"Red." She answered, and I couldn't help but start to cackle.

"That's really original." I remarked, sarcastically.

"Fine, make fun of me, but then I won't tell you the other good news." She mumbled, turning her chair towards the sound board. She ran her fingers through her long blonde hair, pulling it back in to a pony tail, not before taking out the dumbass hat she was wearing.

"What is the other good news, Tay?" I rolled my eyes and picked up her hat, seeing that there was a clip on the bottom that was keeping it held to her head.

"You don't deserve it. I should just tell Scott no." She scoffed, turning back towards me.

"Tell me." I glared at her, and she sighed.

"We're going to have your song on it, Bec. Your song is going to be one of my singles!" She grinned, clapping her hands in excitement. I could tell she wasn't impressed with my reaction.

"Tay… that song is so personal. It's still kind of an open wound, and if he hears that song he will know it was about him! I didn't even know you were taking that song seriously!" I was trying to find all the right words. I was excited, but I was so mad. That is my song. That is my song about the breakup. That is my song to Jesse. I wrote that damn song with Taylor when I was highly intoxicated and I was mentally unstable. I really didn't think we were serious when writing it. It was form of therapy for me, and a new found hobby of mine to write songs.

"Beca, that song is perfect. It is lyrically perfect. It sounds perfect. It is perfect." She smiled softly.

"Wait! How is it even going on the album! It is set to release in two weeks!" I asked. I knew that is not how companies work.

"I am Taylor Swift. Making last minute changes to an album is bound to happen. Plus, they give me whatever I want!" She raised an eyebrow at me, a smirk firmly planted on her face. She says these things like I am just supposed to know that she is allowed to do these things. She started to press buttons on the sound board. I sighed and swatted her hand away.

"I will rip your hand off if you press any button my board, Swift." I mumbled, putting my head phones back on my head. I pressed play and the song began to softly play, and I sighed. He will find out. He's Jesse. He finds out everything. He will know that this album is pretty much our break up. After Taylor and I had become friends she started to get to know the story. I told her everything. I even told her about the stuff that happened at Barden. I even told her about the whole a-capella thing. She was fascinated by it, and at first I was kind of pissed off. My life wasn't some spectacle and she wasn't going to make money off of my heartbreak. But when I started to write and produce with her I found it is a form of expression, and every time I would write a new song with her the aching in my heart would go numb for a little while.

My life is a spectacle. Hell, it's a full on day time drama.

Soo...here it is. You will get Jesse's side of things soon enough! Read and review, please!