A/N: Yep, I'm doing it. Adding yet, another story that may or may not take over the other two which are unfinished. This should be illegal. But I swear to you, this story has been pounding in my head and I just can't let go of it. I'm all about that angst life and so this story may be the good 'ol Jeca love story but there may be times you might be reminded of a certain beautiful yet heartbreaking musical that I have been obsessed with for all these years and Anna K. may or may have not starred in the movie production of it. Of course, I'm taking it into my own hands and twisting it a lot but I'm sure you'll see the resemblance. I really hope you like this intro chapter because I have so many plans for this storyline that my heart is already broken just thinking about writing it down and knowing that this is not gonna be a happy ending. (Or maybe it will.. I don't know ;)

Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing except the fact that I am a complete nerd and I can't stop obsessing over these two.

Jesse had no idea how he did it, but he did. He has been in a relationship with Beca for five years now and they're officially living together in their small apartment complex in Los Angeles. A year after the Worlds tournament, the duo moved to L.A after Jesse had gotten a job as an assistant film composer at Cineflix studios in downtown L.A. Beca had done well with her internship at Residual Heat that she, as well, was promoted to assistant music producer. They transferred her to their LA office and all was fine in the moving process. You could say they were both living the dream.

It was Saturday afternoon when Jesse had gotten an important call from his manager, causing the young man to go quiet and frozen on the couch. Beca was at the kitchen table, tapping away on her laptop, typing up notes for her client and the rest of her team as they were close to finishing an album. The sudden silence from Jesse, who was watching Rocky for the millionth time, alerted Beca to look up and observe her boyfriend in their small but surprisingly spacious living room. Being together for all these years, they've learned to mesh their styles together. The simple white couch sat against the wall, with a rectangular glass coffee table in front of it, on top of a white shaggy rug. Beca may be all black everything but when it comes to furniture, white and clean was what she preferred. However, looking at the entertainment system, it had Jesse's name all over it. A reasonably sized flat screen was nailed to the wall, while shelves were built around it. Once again, the shelves were white but everything in them was so colorful, thanks to Jesse's gigantic movie collection. They had small speakers all over the living room, providing them a surround sound experience. Beca closed her MacBook and quietly made her way to the couch to lay a hand on Jesse's thigh and squeezed it a bit to make sure he was still responsive.

"Uh, yea- yes. That's perfectly okay with me. Wow, this is- this is fantastic! Thank you, Tim. Alright, you have a great weekend." Jesse hung up the phone and turned to look at Beca. His mouth was partly opened, as if he was about to say something, but he continued to be silent and shocked. Beca was too impatient and wanted to hear the news.

"Helloooo," she waved her hand in front of his face, "are you gonna tell me what that was about or you just gonna sit here and turn into a statue?" Jesse just looked at her but with absolute happiness in his eyes. In a swift movement, he launched himself onto her, pushing her back onto the couch. Caught up in laughter and kisses, Beca almost forgot she was waiting for an answer so she gently pulled his head back and stared at him. "What's up, weirdo?"

"Our studio just picked up a brand new project," he looked at her with just plain love in his eyes.

"A really big project, and I'm just happy. I'm happy with my job, I'm happy with my house, I'm happy with the love of my life." His entire body was still pinning Beca down on the couch but that didn't stop her body from shaking of laughter.

"You're a weirdo. What's the big project?" She asked, and he shook his head while sitting up.

"Nope. Can't tell ya,"

"Wha-" Beca sat up but Jesse's entire weight was just on her, giving her a hard time. "What? Why not?"

"Because Bec.. it'll just jinx it." Jesse got up to grab a drink from the fridge while Beca followed not too far behind.

"Jinx it? Since when were you superstitious?" He handed her a bottle of beer and took one for himself.

"Since this project could really skyrocket my career," He smiled at her and kissed her cheek before making his way back to the couch. The guy's a nerd, but he'll eventually spill the beans to her.

"Alright, I'll let it go for now. But you're going to tell me eventually," She packed up her laptop and tidied up the kitchen table. With her MacBook and papers in one hand, she grabbed her beer and made her way to the bedroom. She started to get ready for the night since they've made it a tradition that Saturday nights were always going to be date nights, no matter what. Since moving to L.A, they've decided to try out a different restaurant each time. They were both doing well in their careers so they could manage spending a little more than usual when it came to eating out. Prepping her face with some moisturizer and tying her hair up, Beca found Jesse walking into the bathroom and hovered behind her. It was clear he couldn't keep it in any longer but Beca was not going to push. She started her makeup routine until Jesse had his hands rubbing her shoulders and kissing her just below her left ear.

"Okay, I'll tell you." Beca smiled but continued to put on mascara, "A huge name is being talked about in the studio the other day and I wasn't paying attention to it since I thought it was just a rumor, but that call from Tim was his proposal asking me to be on the team to compose for this drama movie Clint Eastwood is directing…" At the mention of the name, Beca stopped applying her makeup and lowered her hands. She looked at him through the mirror and he was smiling. "Baby, did you hear that? Clint. Eastwood." Jesse started to laugh with disbelief because yes, he's been working with blahblah studios for a long time and have been working alongside big names, but this was absolutely huge. This could get him a big time award, this could get him a promotion, this could get him everything he dreamed of. Beca's smile grew bigger and bigger as she witnessed his happiness. She turned around in his arms, reaching to wrap hers around his neck,

"I'm so proud of you," her one hand started to run through his hair while Jesse's hand rubbed her back. He hummed at the sensation that ran through his veins whenever she did that to him. He loved it. It both calmed him and drove him crazy.

"I would say let's stay in tonight and just be together," he started to kiss down her neck, "but-"

"But today's huge! We have to go out and celebrate!" Beca kissed his nose then his lips, "Go get dressed." She smacked his butt on his way out the bathroom and she resumed putting on her makeup.

The next couple of weeks became such a blur. Jesse had gone in and out of their LA apartment, working his ass off on this movie. Beca had witnessed the increased time he was spending out of the house, and the decreased time he was spending with her. Beca had kept herself busy as well but now that they were finished with her client's album, she was left to producing sample songs at home until a potential artist was recruited by the studio. She missed him, she really did. Her days went from seeing him the moment she wakes up and the moment she falls asleep to catching each other leaving or returning home. On the sixth week of working on compositions and editing, the movie was finally close to being done. Jesse was getting dressed for the wrap party while Beca was stuck deciding between two pairs of shoes which both complimented her dress well. Finishing the touches on his hair, Jesse exited the bathroom to see his girlfriend sitting on the floor, staring at shoes. He laughed to himself,

"Babe? You okay?" The sound of his voice jolted her back to reality. It was as if she hadn't realize she was on the floor, in a $500 dress, staring at two pairs of shoes.

"Uh, yeah. I just-" she sighed and looked at him, "I couldn't decide which ones to wear," She extended her arms and he pulled her up. He wrapped his arm around her waist,

"Go with the red ones," He kissed her temple, "They make your legs look longer and sexier." She chuckled at his comment and picked up the shoes, examining them in her hands. She'd normally lean towards her black pumps but since she was wearing a black halter dress, she didn't want to look like she was going to a funeral. She laid a hand on his shoulder, using him for balance while she put on the red heels. She then walked to their mirror and examined her outfit. Hm. He was right, the red heels did make her legs look longer, which was ironic to her 5'2" frame. Jesse walked behind her to look at her in the mirror. "Beautiful," he whispered. He left a kiss on her cheek and grabbed the car keys. Beca let out a sigh. She was going to finally meet everyone Jesse has worked with on this movie, and yes, she's excited for Jesse's accomplishment but at the same time, she was itching for something new. She had spent her days at home, messing around with her equipment. She received some calls from the studio about a new client, but those projects never lasted more than 2 days. After that, calls from the studio became scarce.

"Jesse! This must be the lucky lady that you get to come home to," A woman who looked to be around the age of 40 greeted them when they entered the venue. She hugged Jesse hello and turned to look at Beca, "Hi, I'm Kate Wellerstein. I'm one of the lead composers on Jesse's team,"

"Oh, hi! I'm Beca," they shook hands and immediately, Kate had taken Beca under her wings, showing her around the place, introducing her to some people. The couple were separated from each other by other people wanting to talk to Jesse. At first, he scanned the room to look for her but when he couldn't find her, he figured she was Beca. She can handle herself. He couldn't be rude to all these producers and composers he was being introduced to. Beca found herself on a couch, surrounded by women, the wives of most of the producers in the room, she figured.

"Jesse tells me you're a music producer?" Cathy asked while she handed Beca a glass of champagne. Taking the drink, Beca ran her hand up and down her leg that was crossed over her other one. It was a nervous habit she had developed since she was younger. Why she was nervous, she had no idea.

"Yes, well an assistant music producer. I work at Residual Heat," She took a sip of the drink, thinking it'd calm the nerves a bit.

"How'd you two meet?" A woman wearing an off white mini dress who was sitting on the opposite couch had asked. Beca saw her having a conversation with someone else and was caught off guard by the question. "Oh, I'm Elise Michaels. I'm a sound editor, worked with Jesse a couple of times," She smiled at the petite brunette.

"Oh, well we met in college, actually. Our freshman year, and we've been dating ever since." Beca took another sip of champagne, feeling the nerves trickle down.

"Well, you've got yourself a man, there," Elise murmured. Kate laid a hand on Beca's arm to motion towards where her boyfriend was standing.

"See that tall guy over there? With the glasses?" She asked. Beca nodded in response while taking another sip of the champagne. He's one of the best film composers around. He's a close friend of Clint's and thinks highly of Jesse. Don't be surprised if Jesse gets a project handed down to him after the night ends," She smiled. Beca continued to watch the men have their conversation and she felt a mixture of joy and sadness. She just got Jesse back from this project and she didn't want to send him off on another one, barely seeing him for another 6 weeks or so. The rest of the night resulted in more story tellings, either from her or from the wives that she found herself surrounded by. Every now and then, Jesse came around to run a hand on her shoulder or arm, making sure she was okay and if she needed another drink or so. He introduced her to Clint Eastwood and he was surprised that Beca was calm, cool and collected. Jesse worked with the man for a few weeks and he still stumbled on his words every time he talked to the legendary guy, who was a walking tree, by the way. He was huge compared to Jesse who was 5'10". Beca found herself diving into a conversation with the man himself, talking about films, most especially Million Dollar Baby, which was one of Beca's favorite movies in her 'movication'. The way she carried herself impressed Jesse and apparently, so did Mr. Eastwood. Before he excused himself, he shook Jesse's hand,

"You've got a keeper here, Jesse." He smiled at the young man, and bowed his head in respect to Beca. Once he walked away, the couple turned to each other, with mirrored looks on their faces. That was Clint fucking Eastwood and that was fan-fucking-tastic. After saying their goodbyes, Beca and Jesse walked hand in hand back to their car.

"Did you have fun?" He asked.

"You know what, yeah. I was surprised. People in the movie business are actually pretty cool," Jesse rolled his eyes, picking up the habit from Beca.

"Yeah yeah yeah. I hope this means you will no longer hate on movies," He looked at her to find her looking up, pretending to think about it.

"Nah, I still can't stand how long they are." She squeezed his hand while he laughed. "But, really Jesse, I'm proud of you. Everyone in there was just gushing over you."

"Thanks, Bec. It means a lot. Really." He stopped in the middle of the sidewalk to pull her closer. "Thank you." He thanked her again but this time, his voice was lower and a lot more sincere.

She smiled, "for what?" Jesse reached up to wipe a strand of her hair away from her face, "For everything- for coming with me tonight, for proving to everyone in there that I had what it takes to make it in this business," she furrowed her eyebrows, "Most of the people that I talked to, mentioned how lucky I am to have a woman like you by my side, to keep me grounded and for just-" he looked at her lovingly, "for just supporting me, Becs. Thank you." Even wearing three inch heels, Beca still had to reach up on her tip toes to kiss Jesse. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer to her.

"Let's go home," she whispered.

The vibe at Residual Heat was so different that Monday when Beca walked into work. People were running around more than ever, but no one was talking. Beca looked around the studio, trying to figure out why everyone was acting so weird. She got to her desk and placed her purse under, while checking her email. She had received a letter from her Atlanta manager, warning her about potential leaks in the LA office. Potential leaks? Beca tried to read the rest of the email when she was interrupted by Mike Hyatt, her LA manager.

"Hey, Beca, there's a staff meeting in 10. Mandatory." He left as quickly as he came and Beca turned back to her computer screen. The rest of the email stated that the LA offices were letting people go due to a complication in financing, as well as songs being leaked to other recording studios. What the fuck? Beca stood up to and made her way to the conference room. Most of the core members of recording teams were in the room, as well as some other people that Beca never really noticed that worked at the studio. Mike stood at the front of the room, with his back to the employees. He took a deep breath before turning around and Beca knew what the meeting was about, she immediately started to feel uneasy.

It was short and simple. Beca walked back to her desk and grabbed her purse. She gathered whatever belongings she had in her desk and stuffed them into a box. Everyone else in the office was doing the same thing. For the first time, nothing but sounds of cries and yelling was surrounding the studio and not the sounds of music being made. Beca kept quiet once the news was announced that the studio was closing down. That meant every employee of Residual Heat L.A. was out of a job. Beca walked out of the studio and into the parking lot, carrying her box in one hand while reaching her reaching for her phone to call Jesse with the other. It went to voicemail and Beca was annoyed. In fact, annoyed was an understatement. Sure, she has had remarkable additions to her resume which hopefully would make looking for a new job faster and easier, but Beca was still annoyed. She just lost her job which was the job she had always wanted. She didn't want to go home just yet so she dialed another number while she sat in her car.

"Hey, Amy."

A/N: Thanks for reading this lil intro. I don't know if it jolted any interest from you but if it did, please- oh please- leave a review? Tell me if you love it, hate it, don't really know how to feel about it. Give me anything. I'm about to pour my heart and soul into this one (even though that's what I should be doing to my two other pp stories but let's just ignore that fact for now) If you have any questions or suggestions, you can always message me or tweet me: mari_zulueta. xx

P.S. If you can figure out where the title is from, that's a cookie for you. Here's a hint, it's a lyric from a really sweet song from said musical. Ok bye.