Hey, so this is my first fic about Pitch Perfect and I hope you all enjoy it! And english is not my first language, so forgive me if there are any mistakes.
"Welcome, ladies and gentlemen to another edition of the Southeastern Regional competition! We all are excited to see what we'll have this year! Right, John!?" The commentator, with her blond locks impeccably arranged in a complex hairdo, heralded excited the expectations for the presentations. It would be an year full of new surprises since all the universities were counting on a renewal of their ranks and the a cappella groups were directly affected by this new wave of freshmen.
"We are, Gail! I am ready to be surprised today! And talking about surprises, all the eyes will be focused on the Barden Bellas, current champions of the World Championship!" Checking his microphone and has been sure that sounds perfect the man in his forties wove his comments.
"Yes, but the Barden Bellas are coming with a brand new group! Their leader's Emily Junk was a freshman last year, so it's going to be hard for them overcome the old Bellas."
"They sure won't. Had born so many talented women in the same generation was already a miracle, I hardly doubt this will going to happen again so soon." John said, his smile couldn't hide the nature of his awful commentary. Gail, by his side, frowned when heard what the man had just said, but doesn't say a word in response. She knew that left him with his ignorance was the best she could do. Besides, she was already more than familiar with this sort of thing after so many years working with him.
On stage, the presenter of the competition opened space for a group of girls. The crowd applauded in anticipation noting the movement of the girls and their positioning that indicated that they would begin at any moment.
I stand here waiting for
You to bang the gong
To crash the critic saying
Is it right or is it wrong?
If only fame had an I. V
Baby could I bear
Being away from you,
I found the vein, put it in here
I live for the applause, applause, applause
I live for the applause-plause
Live for the applause-plause
Live for the way that you cheer and scream for me
The applause, applause, applause
"Oh, John! I think you'll regret your words. This is The Wrecking Belles, the new all-female group of Barden. Looks like the Bellas will have a direct rival and this had never happened before." Gail said in a low voice, like she was worried about interrupting the girls that had started to sing "Applause" with flawless dance moves and perfect rhythm. The music choice thrilled the audience that was screaming and applauding motivated by the song lyrics. "And yes, I think their name is purposeful."
"What a strange inspiration..." Said the man who owned the flashing appearance of Fat Amy as his laptop screen lock.
"Well, that girl really changed lives... just ask the president!" She laughs.
Give me that thing that I love (I'll turn the lights out/I'm living for love)
Put your hands up make 'em touch (Make it real loud/ I'll gonna carry on)
Give me that thing that I love (I'll turn the lights out/I'm living for love)
Put your hands up make 'em touch (Make it real loud/ I'll gonna carry on)
By the time they'd began the chorus some of them mixed another song to Lady Gaga's single, "Living for Love" by Madonna. The transition was made subtle and both songs sounded in unison until the second finally support the number. The transition was very well received by the audience that were already thrilled by the first song.
Listening to the impeccable presentation backstage, the new Bellas were nervous, to say the least. None of them have never been in a competition before, except for their captain who was not doing a good job of motivation since she was also inexperienced and her only successful performance was at Worlds. But Emily wasn't the leader back then, now she was all alone and with the task of guiding these nine girls that still practically unknown for her to a victory... or at least to a worthy presentation.
"Oh my God. We're suppose to beat these girls!? They even can do a mashup! That's our thing... well, was our thing." She could feel shivers going all the way down her spine, her stomach was aching and her body couldn't stay in place, pacing around frantically.
"Hey chill, Em. We can do it. We don't have a great number like them and we have absolutely zero chemistry between us and we will probably make fools of ourselves out there... BUT we have a good song! And you already won a World Championship, a Regional shouldn't be this bad..." A blonde girl with piercing blue eyes tried and fail to cheer the girl up next to her. Emily just stared at her with a really, you're not helping at all kind of look, which was completely ignored by an optimistic grin.
"Oh come on Allyson, who need chemistry when I am here!? Just let everything with me and I will blow it up!" A brunette made herself heard. She was the only one of the group excited and overly confident that her exceptional abilities could handle the success of Bella's debut in this beginning of the season. Not realizing her attitude was just one of the causes of the problem pointed previously.
"Yeah. They'll choke so hard with their own tears when we win this thing that they gonna crawl back to their mother's womb..." Another girl with a very dark look and intimidating green eyes contrasting perfectly with her black hair, said with a psychotic smile spreading through her face. A deadly silence was formed until her too threatening sentence finally sink in.
"Anyway..." One of them tried to say to break the heavy air, but was interrupted when a guy from the staff warn them that they would be the next to hit the stage.
"Ok, you're right... we got this. I mean, what could possibly go wrong!?" Barely composing herself, Emily made a sign to everybody join hands in a circle. That was a ritual, as her mom had said, that was supposed to boost the group confidence and sisterhood or something like that. "Let's make them choke with their tears!"
"...YEAH!?" All the girls screamed in unison after seconds of hesitation due to the strange addition that Emily has just done. However, Blake seemed pretty happy with her words actually being taken into consideration, the psycho smile never leaving her face.
"Good luck there, I hope you guys don't disgrace the Bella's name." The leader of Wrecking Belles said, erupting behind the scenes followed by her group since their performance had come to an end. "Would be a shame if this proud organization end it's been replaced because the new members are just a... catastrophe!" She sang the last word.
"Who the hell are you anyways!? You came out of nowhere and you're just a bad version of our group...not even your name is original." The brunette overly confident presented herself for a verbal fight, she couldn't control her momentum for fights and they were asking for it. Emily's eyes just walking between the girls, her mouth agape, trying to say something. She was uncertain if she should prevent that, whereas they were about to go on stage.
"Neither your boobs are..." She countered. Her companions letting out an audible "whooo" behind her along with some high-fives. The brunette just stared at her, incredulous and visibly shaken by this statement.
"Okay... We should go, we don't want to fight with you guys. Let's just not make a big deal of it. Right, Hailey?" Emily finally tried to calm things down.
"But they ARE a big deal!" Hailey replied, bringing her hands to her chest, making it clear what she really meant. "And for your bad luck they are original..." She added with a whisper. She smiled proudly when the girl in front of her averted her gaze letting out a huff.
"Yeah, yeah your boobs are great let's go." Emily spoke quickly, having to emphasize her last words by pulling the girl by the arm and leading the way of the Bellas to where they should be at a few minutes ago.
"Whatever... All of you bitches, never going to reach the feet of the old Bellas. Never. That's why we're going to destroy you completely and take the all-female crown." She was really angry, like the mission of her life was to take the new Bellas down (maybe it was). Emily didn't bore to answer and didn't look back, but the words made her think about it. What if they weren't good enough after all? What if they would just disgrace the whole Bella's legacy? What if she would just disgrace the whole Bella's legacy (what would be a irony) now that's all on her shoulders?
"Is that it? But I actually want to fight..." The gothic said, but nobody really listened to her in their way following Emily, except for a tiny and shy Bella.
"I thought it was duel time!" She said half disappointed, half playful. Ivy loves making references, in fact, she only speaks through them and probably this was supposed to mean something, a line from some show or anime or anything because the little girl looked at her expectantly. All she could do was give her a I don't get it, but I'll pretend that I did smile. Sadly for Ivy nobody seems to get what she says most part of the time.
"OH, here they are! The amazing BARDEN BELLAS!" The presenter finally announced the arrival of the girls. The public got them standing, some people held posters extolling their love for the Bellas. The exaltation of the audience and the success that the previous group of Bellas had left behind didn't fit anything to lower the nervousness of all members, at least almost all of them. Someone was definitely loving it and waving back like a real celebrity.
Emily's thoughts just ran through all the rehearsals and preparations that they had done until that time what if she stopped to analyze carefully, had not been many and most certainly were not enough. The truth is that she never had time to learn all the details of how to be a good "a-captain" and to create incredible choreography and great arrangements. She could not do by herself what Chloe and Beca were capable of. She was just an amateur composer who liked to write songs in the range between her classes and that was the only thing that she was really good at. But the Bellas wouldn't be competitive with just that.
Overwhelming desperation consumed her. She was a failure, she had created this number with only one original song and nothing else special about it! In addition the absolutely zero chemistry between them for sure would be responsible for the rest of the failures.
"Emily..." Someone whispered from her side. Now she noticed that she was staring at the audience with an expression of complete horror for a few minutes, the pitch pipe hanging from her hand, just waiting to be blown. When she finally comes to her senses, she allowed herself to take a deep breath and swallow the tears that threatened to fall from her eyes.
"One, two, three, four..."
What could possibly go wrong!?
If Murphy was alive and had heard Emily at that moment, he probably would have laughed hard at such naivety.
Everything could always go wrong.
In the worst way possible.
I couldn't think in anything that could beat the Pukegate from the first movie nor the Muffgate from the second one (what could be more surprising than that!?), so basically I'll let you guys imagine the worst scenario that could happen and I would love to know your thoughts about it :)