Chapter 1: Grudges

Intro chapter. Just to showcase how the band will start.

Re-uploaded cause I don't know how this site works lmao.

June 4th 9:07 am

I got out of bed and went downstairs into the kitchen, my dad preparing breakfast.

Graduation Day.

This is it. I can finally get out of the shit hole that is High School. No more tests. No more high school drama. Nada. Finally.

But most importantly I can finally focus on the band.

See I'm not stupid per say. I actually love learning new things. But if you put me in a 60 minute lecture about the significance of the early philosophical fathers, then you can bet your ass I'm getting my much needed sleep. (Sorry dad, but your classes suck.)

The only interested class I'm willing to participate in is the Music class where it's actually useful for my job. Is being a part of a band a Job? Whatever.

Oh that's the plan by the way. After the ceremony I'm immediately leaving for LA with my band. And here lies the conversation I'm about to have.

"Are you sure about your future Beca?" My dad asked without turning his back from cooking breakfast.

"Yes dad. For the hundredth time I'm 100% sure about this" and yes I am not kidding about the amount of times he asked me this. Ever since I told him in the beginning of the school year, it's always this question.

"You know im just worried about you right?" I sighed with frustration. Which makes me look like a spoiled brat right now.

"We talked about this dad, you know the guys I'm with they're harmless, and I even showed you my songs we have like 580,8-"

"580,876 views. I know, I think your mother makes up at least half of it." I can't see it but I can already see his grin forming.

"See! You don't even have to worry about the expenses. I've already saved enough money for the shows were taking this summer! That doesn't even count the others contributions!" I tried to keep my voice calm but my frustration was slowly creeping in. I wasn't mad at him per se. I just wanted him to know that I love what I'm doing and he shouldn't worry about me.

"What's going on?" My mom joined us, already wearing her work clothes, taking a seat and drinking the coffee that was just prepared.

"Dad is telling your step-daughter to not follow her dreams" I said jokingly.

"Mr. Mitchell you take that back!" She fakes scoffs and points accusingly at my dad.

"Haha. Very funny. You two continue ganging up on me I'm eating all of this bacon!"

We both laugh at that and we dug in for breakfast.

Contrary to popular belief (blame it on Hollywood) I don't hate my stepmom, it's the opposite actually. Ever since my biological mother passed away from a car accident when I was 7 my dad did the only logical thing to do. Work. I didn't understand it then, but I used to be so pissed at him when he came home from work, and just shut down on me. A father shouldn't be like that. He's supposed to hug you and tell you everything is going to be alright. That time span from I was 7 till I was 12 was the dullest and saddest moments of my short life. It felt like auto pilot for me. Between School. Eating. And Sleeping. And any other activity like music lessons or soccer games had to be stopped because we couldn't afford it.

Didn't help that my dad worked two jobs just to pay off the monthly bills. I was angry and pissed at him then for not spending time with her own child. But the older I got the better I understood our situation. He was only drowning himself with work because he was sad. Alone. Depressed even.

Then came Sheila. I was maybe 14 then and this is the stage where every teenager is supposed to go angsty on anyone who crosses their path. Well that was me anyway. Don't judge me.

So since my dad was a teacher at my school and a part time thesis instructor near the College University, Barden, his schedule was a little bit tight. We have to leave earlier because his University classes comes first at around 7:45. So what happens when your daughter decides it's better to mix till 3am than going to sleep for classes tomorrow? Late. You get late. And as he frantically drives and drops me off in my class, He stepped on the gas towards the university and ran towards his class and accidentally collides with someone who looks like she's in a rush as well. Cliché right? I know. Little did he know he just bumped into the head/coach of the Legendary Barden Bella's (lol come on mom who takes accapella seriously?) Look I'm not going to bore you with how my parents met, just know that Dad is sad. I overslept. He tackles Sheila and boom. You get the present Mitchell residence.

All of us ate breakfast in comfortable silence. Just the occasional hand me this going about.

"So did you prepare your dress for the graduation?" Shiela asks

"Yeah. Some skinny jeans combat boots and a cute top ought to cut it." I grinned at her

"You wouldn't dare Beca Mitchell."

I laugh hysterically at her reaction.

"I'm kidding mom. Sheesh. I'll wear the dress you bought me for prom."

"But honey this is a new occasion! New Occasion means new dress!"

"Mom it's a graduation. No need to make a big deal out of it. Besides it's not like theirs some gossip magazine that's going to piss on what I wear

"Agreed." Dad chimed in.

"Don't encourage her!" Mom's trying to be serious but she can't contain the smile that's forming on her lips.

"See. Finally something we can agree on." I smile at my dad and he grins back.

"Fine. Whatever just don't call me when the fashion police comes looking for you." She pout and turns her back on us. Oh God.

"Oh my God. Mom don't be mad!" I was trying to be sincere but I was just laughing hysterically at her defeat.

Dad joins in the laughter as well.

"Well if you're done tormenting your wife we have to leave in 5 minutes. I still have practices today."

"Ugh. Who has practices in the summer mom?"

"I will not let my Barden Bella's miss a practice because my daughter tells me too."

"Your pay just doubles mom."

"That too. Come on chop-chop!"

I smile at her ridiculousness. Thank god I overslept that day.

She was out the door with my dad following suite, but not before calling for me.

"Beca."

"Hm?"

"Were still going to talk about your plans when I come home"

Before I could reply he continued,

"You could be leaving for a long time Becs. I want my daughter to make the right decision. You owe me that." He finished and I just grinned and nodded at him.

" 'll talk later."

"Thank You."

Can't wait.

First time posting. I'll continue if u guys like it.