Chapter 2

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Rating: M

"Beca, I have already told you and I won't repeat: You are going to Barden and there is more to talk about," my mother says.

"But we've already talked to mom, and she supported me."

"Yes, your mother told me, because she cannot resist you and is unable to say no, but I'm not her and I've spoken to her and you will go to Barden." With that, she leaves my room, and I lie on my bed to see how my dreams are going to hell.

All I've ever wanted is to go to Los Angeles and produce music, but my mother, the Great Doctor doesn't understand. I'm sure she would have liked to study medicine like my other mom and her. But I am passionate about music and that is all I ever want to do, but now I have to go to the stupid University of Barden. (As my mother thinks I need to have at least a college education as a second option).

I get up from my bed and go to my desk to mix some music, whenever I get distracted. I'm not one of those girls who are interested in sports, boys, or even looks. Everything I've asked for - everything I've ever had, were the best accessories to make my mixes. Literally, music was my whole life and future.

My two mothers, as I have said are doctors - to be accurate, are two world-renowned surgeons. My mother is the great pediatric surgeon Arizona Robbins, and my mom is an orthopedic surgeon Callie Torres, so imagine when their daughter decided not to be a doctor, lawyer or something more important...

I feel that I was a big disappointment. I hope that does not happen to the same thing with my little sister, Sophia.

I am so absorbed in my thoughts that I did not hear my mother come into my room.

"Hey, Honey, are you okay?" she asks.

"Yes mom, I'm fine that all of my dreams have gone to shit. But I'm going to do what you've suggested. After all, you cannot be contrary to Arizona Robbins," I say through clenched teeth, and my mother looks at me and no, I do not hate my mother but sometimes it's so frustrating.

"We will do one thing, Mija - attend Barden for one year, and if you don't like it or do not want to follow, we'll help you go to LA. I bought an apartment, and a car and we will help in whatever it takes until you can fend for yourself." I look at my mom to see if joking.

"Mom, are you serious? Only one year in Barden and if I decide to get out, you help me go to Los Angeles - this is important for me so if you're joking it isn't funny," I say.

"I'm serious, Mija, I know that this is important to you, so I am not joking. One year and if you do not like it, I will help, but you have to try. I mean, go out, make friends. Not be locked in your world making mixtures, okay? Done deal?"

"Agreed, I'll make friends, and not be locked in my room. But how will you persuade mom?" With that, she winks and tells me.

"I also have my weapons, honey."

"Oh my god, mom. Gross! I'm your daughter!" She just laughs and goes out of my room.

One year...only one, and then I will go to Los Angeles.

A/N: And here is the second chapter. All errors are mine.

Thank you.

Thanks to my editor SilverStreakofStardust for helping me with this story.