Chapter 2
Northern Lights
Beca Mitchell had an unhappy childhood. It wasn't entirely bad at least not until she turned 10 and that's when everything went downhill. The comfort of her home turned in to some kind of battle field between her parents while the young Beca hid inside her closet, eyes filled with tears as she covers her ears with a pair of her mother's headphones. To summarize everything, on top of all the other underlying issues, Benjamin Mitchell, Beca's father, a university professor, cheated on her mother, Janice Mitchell, an accountant and needless to say, their marriage was bound to fall apart leaving the young Beca to painfully decide between her parents. In the end, she chose to live with her grandmother. It was the safer choice that time. Her mother had turned to alcohol and anti-depressants while her father eventually left the house to be with his woman. It was like they forgot they even had a daughter.
Fortunately, living with her grandmother had been pleasant, she was a funny lady who loved teaching her about the stars or the fascinating northern lights and made the best homemade cookies Beca loved. That was the happiest childhood memory Beca had. If only her grandmother hadn't been diagnosed with cancer two years later maybe she'd have more happy memories.
But at 12 years old, Beca stood in front of her grandmother's grave, hugging her photograph while crying her heart out. At that time, she only had one person left to turn to and that was her best friend, Stacie Conrad who stood by her side as she grieved. Stacie was the only reason Beca chose to stay with her father who lived in the same state instead of her mother who still lives back in Colorado. Stacie was like a sister to Beca and was the only person she considers as family. They met when Beca moved in with her grandmother.
The Conrads, Stacie and her mother, Lauren, lived next door and despite Beca's introverted nature, Stacie's crazy antics—exploding science experiments, roof climbing in complete military gear in order to shoot water guns on unsuspecting people, alien and supernatural fascination, etc.—had somehow brought them closer. So, having to part with her best friend wasn't ever going to happen in Beca's book.
Beca's teenage years weren't good either. Other than the fact that her step-mother didn't like her, Beca had also bullies to deal with. The then 14 year old Beca had to suffer being shoved down the ground, being locked in the bathroom for hours, being picked on for her appearance and had her clothes drenched with grape juice multiple times all because she wasn't the typical target. Beca Mitchell always fights back. And for every time she becomes the object of such oppression, only Stacie would always come charging at the laughing monkeys, as she likes to call them, and use her long legs to kick them to oblivion. Of course, being best of friends Beca would naturally dive in to join Stacie and punch the first person her knuckles find.
Well, as everyone who has ever went through high school knows, wrestling in school grounds for whatever reason doesn't end well for both parties and so they'd both end up in the principal's office afterwards but that's bearable. What wasn't was her father's unjust punishments once the news reaches him, her phone and laptop taken away instantly. Fortunately, Beca had her music and that was all she really needed.
By the time Beca turned 16 she ran away from home. Although to be honest it really wasn't considered running away if Stacie's home was the place she was running off to. If anything, her best friend's place felt more like home to her than her father's house. It happened on Christmas Eve and her step-mother's offensive comment about her birthmother in front of their relatives was enough for Beca to bolt out the door, but not before throwing back an insult and giving her the finger of course. She never went back. Her father despised having a bisexual daughter anyway as he made that clear when he slapped her upon learning that his daughter was dating another girl.
Moving on.
College was something the 18 year old Beca looked forward to more than anything. It was her chance to finally be a step closer to getting away from the hellish life she was currently in. Having reconnected with her mother, things were slowly turning for the better. She and Stacie were finally moving to California to attend college at the same university, a plan that has long been talked about. Nonetheless, the experience was fun and Beca was enjoying college life. It was all good for a year until she finds Stacie crying in the bathroom, her phone in her hand.
The 19 year old Beca then found herself back in the same cemetery where her grandmother had been buried, standing beside her devastated best friend as she watches Lauren Conrad's casket being lowered down to its final resting place.
Lauren died a hero. She was shot when a gunman entered the bus she was in. Being the daughter of a policeman, Lauren had acted immediately, wrestling the suspect down and saving the lives of all the innocent people present that day.
To this day, the suspect is still behind bars.
This only strengthened Beca's belief that the Conrads are all born to be heroes. She sees it in Stacie as well and without her loud and crazy best friend by her side she would've long been gone in this world. The leggy brunette had it in her blood to defend the weak and speak up for those who couldn't. Beca was very proud to be her friend. So it is no surprise that Stacie is probably the only one Beca trusts, apart from her headphones and iPod, which doesn't exactly count but anyways, Beca trusts her to the point where she dresses in the clothes Stacie ordered her to wear and heads off to the direction of an address she was given without asking. Much to her dismay, upon arriving at said address, it turns out to be a posh club at an expensive district, the one place Beca least expected. It's not like she detested drinking and partying, she's had too many of those but it's just that her lazy and unsociable ass preferred home on a weekend, especially if said club is currently the hottest place to be. This would mean that Beca would then be rubbing elbows with those snobby little rich kids and that's something she isn't keen on doing. However, knowing Stacie, she probably seduced the security or the bartender to earn her way inside for free so in order not to waste her best friend's efforts, Beca sluggishly continues on, praying that whoever Stacie tries to hook her up with doesn't end up like the last one.
That possessive woman was a nightmare.
Beca had boyfriends and girlfriends but frankly none of which were serious enough to shred her heart out in pieces, as the movies described it. Maybe it was because of the walls she built around herself, a defensive mechanism that stemmed out of her belief that the world is only composed of pain and disappointment. Or was it because she hasn't found that one person yet? Maybe Beca was just too realistic than most people. The fact that she doesn't believe in all those mushy things people hope for like, soulmates, meet-cutes or destiny just proves that. Or maybe, another major possibility for Beca's lack of enthusiasm in the love department—at least as Stacie believes—is that her heart had already belonged to someone and therefore nobody, no matter how hard they try to squeeze themselves in, couldn't replace that certain someone.
Naturally, the currently 22 year old Beca adamantly denies this.
Back in the club, a reluctant Beca is dragged by the hand by an overly excited Stacie. They slowly make their way to the bar and suddenly Beca feels underdressed. Upper class people tend to make anybody from Beca's world feel so, intentional or not, but it's too late to run back home and besides, she gets free drinks so it wasn't that bad. Surprisingly, Stacie doesn't introduce her to anyone which was strange since her best friend has been playing her personal matchmaker ever since they were in high school.
"Glad you're finally here. I'm running out of excuses to decline people," Stacie says while rolling her eyes.
"Wow, have you just realized that you are allowed to do so?" Beca teases and that earns her a playful shove. When it comes to flirting and dating, Stacie holds the trophy for the most number of experiences related to that particular field. She has probably gone out with almost every kind of person that Beca had jokingly called her the walking 'Dating Dictionary'.
"Here, this is for you," Stacie suddenly says with a meaningful smile, pushing a rolled up poster and CD towards Beca's chest.
"What's this?" she asks, looking back at Stacie with a mixture of surprise and amusement.
"A birthday gift, you dumb psycho," Stacie proudly says with a wink as Beca shakes her head, a huge smile now plastered on her face.
"My birthday is next week, you hoe," she retaliates, a light chuckle escaping her lips. They've probably called each other with every profanity or offensive word that exists, all in good fun of course, and somehow through time, it turned out to become some sort of endearment between them.
"Yes it is, but," Stacie immediately replies, holding up a finger to stress out the words, "This gig is happening tonight and that's why we are celebrating in advance," she reasons as Beca's eyes travel to the club's stage and then back at the objects in her hands. Naturally, she scans the CD first. It had a huge ribbon stuck to the front, making her unable to distinguish whose or what kind of CD it was. Curiosity winning her over, she pulls out the black ribbon only to look back at Stacie with shock, her mouth gaping open.
"Dude, seriously?!"
"What? I caught you, stop denying it! I know you are a fan! A huge fan, apparently," Stacie says defensively, prolonging out the last sentence to stress her point, the hidden meaning behind it so clear for Beca to figure out.
"I told you I'm not, you bitch!" Beca quickly dismisses, although the small curve tugging at her lips was betraying her.
"Says your raging toner," Stacie retorts before putting an arm around Beca's neck as soon as the stage begins to light up and quickly dragging her to the mosh pit. Any attempts Beca had of countering what her best friend was accusing her of swallowed by the screams and cheers of the people.
In a matter of minutes, Beca becomes lost in the music. She watches in awe as her favourite DJs spins their sick beats. Seeing them, made her wish that someday it would be her turn to make the crowd go wild on that stage one day. There were performances from a couple of amateur rappers and singers for the first few hours. As the night deepens however, the more popular performers started hitting the stage much to the crowd's delight. Beca had already forgotten about everything she had been worrying about earlier and joined Stacie in dancing and singing every song they knew. Finally, the last and most anticipated performance of the night comes, the people in the mosh pit now doubled in number that Beca was already being squished at some point. Thankfully, she was quick to protect the gifts Stacie gave her by lifting it up in the air.
"Oh shit! Beca, look!" Stacie screams, eyes wide as she tugs hard at Beca's arm at the entrance of the main act.
In any ordinary day Beca would have rolled her eyes and shook her head but tonight, she gawks like a child in an amusement park. They were a bit near the stage enough for Beca to see everything so clearly. It was like a television in super HD. And although Beca admittedly scorned celebrities, seeing one in person still left her awestruck, especially this particular celebrity. Beca doesn't know what it is that always draws her to the star but there was just something about this person. Was it the powerful charisma? That voice? Was it because of 2 years ago? Or was it simply, those electrifying bright blue eyes that swallows you into a whole different world?
The performance ends perfectly and Beca is only brought back to reality when she is nudged by Stacie. She hadn't even realized that she had been shamelessly gawking for the whole duration of the performance. Trying to play it cool, she gives her best friend a dark look only to be replied with a playful smile.
"It's called admiration," she points out before walking back to the bar, Stacie on her heels.
"So, it's a crush! Beca Mitchell has a crush. Damn never thought you had a thing for gingers," Stacie sings out teasingly as Beca throws her head back, groaning in protest.
Thinking about how all this started, Beca begins to throw blame on herself, which she'll never admit out loud. If only she hadn't been so careless. Truthfully, it was a crush, if by crush, one means having to feel infatuation or admiration for someone unattainable. It's also true that Beca has openly stated hating said infatuation's music that is, until 2 years ago when said singer's music changed drastically and made Beca regret having even talked trash against said person.
To be fair, how was she even supposed to know that the particular artist would suddenly throw a Zayn Malik transformation? Now that said artist is delving into the kind of music that Beca is passionate about the attraction is bound to happen and those bright blue eyes aren't helping her look away either. Well, she has to admit that those were assets that Beca had already appreciated way, way back.
"When will you ever stop?" Beca complains, eyeing her giggling best friend in disdain.
"When you admit that you do like her and secretly fangirl over her!" comes the obvious reply, a reply that has been said countless times ever since she was caught staring at photos and videos of said celebrity weeks ago. "Or do dirty things while staring at her photos," Stacie adds in a much lower tone but audible enough for Beca to hear through the music in the background which brings back the deadly look on Beca's face.
"Conrad!" Beca protests, eyes widening at the new accusation to which a grinning Stacie replies mockingly with a 'Mitchell!'
"You do know that she's still in the club, right?" Stacie suggests, eyeing the VIP section up at the second floor which isn't really anything because honestly, unless the VIP patrons loiter around the balcony area then there is nothing to see. Beca looks back at Stacie with annoyance before recognizing the mischievous look on her best friend's face, the kind of look that got Beca hammered, high, vandalizing private property, jumping out of fences, hot-wiring cars and running for her life. That look meant trouble and trouble wasn't what Beca is looking for tonight.
So this time, it is now Beca doing the pulling as she heads out to the club's exit with a very reluctant Stacie. The rain was heavy and thankfully Stacie had brought her umbrella. Although it was small for two people it was enough to keep both their heads dry.
"I'm not going back to jail for stalking," she grumbles as Stacie counters with her usual 'live-a-little-Beca' and 'what's-the-worst-that-could-happen-Beca' speeches but Beca wasn't having it. They had work tomorrow at the radio station and being in trouble means burning money away, money which they badly needed to pay the bills.
"But she's the reason why I didn't bring you a date tonight. She's your date—well sort of. So, we should go back and get your girl!" Stacie explains and Beca is quick to retort with a number of reasons why that's the most absurd idea ever.
But even as they step on the bus, Stacie still wasn't letting go of it which is something Beca is used to. Her best friend has this exaggeratedly positive mind-set that anything can be achieved no matter how impossible which is actually a good thing—until she's concocting this insane idea that Beca should date her celebrity crush.
"They are people too you know, only famous but still, human beings that have hearts and all those sexy body parts!" Stacie exclaims as the bus starts to move. Beca looks out the window wishing she hadn't forgotten her earphones. Any music lover would agree that rainy days and bus rides are best spent with good music to space out to. Also, a good distraction when your best friend keeps ranting about stuff that is sometimes too much for one's brain to handle.
"Okay, how about you date someone rich and famous first then and prove me wrong?" Beca challenges knowing how much Stacie loves a good challenge. There is no wall too big or too high for Stacie Conrad to climb after all—that's what she says.
"Deal!" comes the immediate reply as Beca shrugs, knowing she has already won. This finally got Stacie to drop the topic as they both fall in to comfortable silence. But then the comfort and silence didn't last long because as soon as Beca closes her tired eyes a sudden motion suddenly jerks her body to the side. All she knew was that there was this loud thunderous sound and a flash of light before everything lost control. The bus swerves sharply to the left then to the right causing people to slide and bump at each other. A sound of horns simultaneously honking and that was when Beca feels the hard force hit her. The bus falls to one side causing people to fall in one direction before colliding into something solid, probably a concrete block. Blood curling screams were let out and everything went black.
Beca didn't know what happened or how long she was out but when she came to she could hear sirens in a distance and pained moans everywhere. It was dark with only the faint light illuminating outside as she finds herself lying down on something or someone. Still disoriented and in pain, her survival instincts naturally kick in as she slowly rolls to her side. Amazingly, she doesn't feel any malfunction in her body, although her side felt sore and she believes it's her ribs. She'd know, she broke a few bones back in the day doing dangerously adventurous stuff she and Stacie keep getting themselves into. Stacie! That's the first concern that suddenly enters Beca's mind like warning lights mentally flashing in her head. Fear and worry fills her suddenly that she pays no mind to the protests of her body.
"Stace!" Beca screams, only realizing now who the person beneath her was as she scrambles to her knees and inspects her best friend. Stacie had apparently broken Beca's fall. Her body taking most of the impact as she had it in mind to shield Beca in the midst of chaos. She is a Conrad after all and all Conrads are said to have heroes blood in them. At that moment, Beca wishes Stacie wasn't born a Conrad instead. Because apparently, her best friend had it in her too, the curse of all heroes.
Despite her desperate calls and pleas her best friend remains lying unconscious in a mess of broken glass shards and metal. Wildly looking around for help, Beca finally notices the state they were in. The broken bus now had bodies lying everywhere, moans were heard in every direction, a mixture of gasoline, earthy smell and blood filling up her nostrils. Getting out required having to climb straight up to the open windows. It was like an apocalyptic film where all hope seems lost. That's exactly what Beca feels as she breathes heavily under immense panic and desperation. Her best friend was close to dying in every ticking second that passes by without anyone coming to their rescue and Beca wasn't going to let that happen. Adrenaline courses in her veins as she painfully makes her way up in a slow and careful manner. She knew she couldn't get Stacie out, at least not by carrying her, besides, other than the fact that she isn't that strong she also knew that she is endangering her best friend's life if she is to even risk moving her and making her injuries worse. So she has to settle for the best option, and that is getting help.
Not knowing how she even got out, Beca takes in the scene before her. It was multi-vehicle collision. Three private cars, the bus they were in, a motorcycle and a small delivery truck, all involved in the horrible accident. If this was what the end of the world looks like she wouldn't even think twice in believing that it is. Clutching her side while slightly limping, she staggers around in the light drizzle hoping to find anyone. Fortunately, in the midst of the chaos, she sees help coming in the form of ambulances and police cars.
Everything was a blur afterwards.
Beca remembers crying and yelling at people all the way to the hospital while Stacie is pulled in to a stretcher. She remembers having to be wrestled down on a hospital bed so they could check and make sure that she isn't suffering from any internal bleeding. Turns out, she did suffer a few broken ribs, cuts and bruises but it wasn't as serious as the others. Then the unbearable waiting follows as she sits anxiously outside the emergency room while they attend to her best friend. She had been 'kicked out' after causing a ruckus inside earlier, much to Beca's annoyance. But when the doctor came out to report the good news, a wave of relief washes over her along with the exhaustion she hadn't realized her body was feeling.
If only Beca knew that they weren't out of the woods just yet, she shouldn't have been too complacent.
After two days, Stacie finally woke up but it wasn't like what Beca expected.
"I'm her sister! Tell me!" Beca almost screams out in frustration after having asked of Stacie's relatives. It was sort of true anyway Stacie was a sister to her. They grew up together after all. Even Stacie's family was like her family. She would've gladly changed her surname to 'Conrad' if only there wasn't so much paperwork and money involved.
"What's wrong with her? Why doesn't she remember me?" Beca repeats for the tenth time, hoping to find an answer that doesn't include 'we need to do further tests' or 'we'll have to put her under tight observation'.
"Ms. Mitchell, we believe that your sister might be experiencing dissociative amnesia. It sometimes happens to patients who have experienced such grave accidents like this—"
"How long?" Beca inhales deeply as she looks back inside the room through the glass panel of the door where her best friend lays sleeping soundly after having been injected sedatives when she broke out in complete hysteria earlier.
"Well, different cases vary, this type of dissociative amnesia is rather rare. It's called generalized amnesia where the patient could completely forget everything. It could take a couple of days, weeks, months…" he trails off as a couple of worst case scenarios cross Beca's mind.
"What's… the longest period of time it would take before she remembers?" she asks slowly. The possible answers scare her. She wasn't even sure she wanted to know but she had to. She needed to know.
"With the right therapy, majority of the patients eventually recover their full memories back after some period of time. It all depends on the patient and—"
"What is the worst case scenario?" Beca cuts him off again. She needed to know the truth, she needed to know what they are about to face and she hates having to be given false hopes. She's had too many false hopes in her life.
"In very rare cases, the patient may never be able to reconstruct their past and develop a chronic form of dissociative amnesia. She may not be able to remember ever again," he explains before continuing on to insist that Beca didn't need to think too much in to it and focus on the patient's recovery instead. He then proceeded to explain more on therapy and medications but Beca's mind wasn't focusing on any of it anymore. Her best friend, her sister, her partner in crime, Stacie, may possibly never remember her and all those precious memories they made. The reality was starting to sink in and it didn't feel good.
Entering back in to the room, Beca sighs before sitting down on an empty chair. Her gaze is focused on Stacie's sleeping form before landing down on to the stuff that the nurse had left earlier. It was a bunch of their personal belongings from the accident, Stacie's shoulder bag, Beca's own personal items and the gifts Stacie gave her hours before everything became a nightmare. Carefully, she picks up the gifts, looking at them for a moment before her vision blurs and tears drop down from the corners of her eyes. She holds them close to her chest, trying to recall all those moments they had before the incident. Beca felt so alone. She hated the feeling, it's been such a long time ever since she last felt it during her parents' divorce. She then mentally vows to help her best friend regain what she lost. She wasn't going to give up. To Beca, Stacie was the only family she had left. That's the last thing on her mind before she gave way to sleep.
It was probably a couple of hours before she wakes up with a stiff neck due to such an uncomfortable position. It wasn't as dark as it was outside now that the dawn is breaking. She would've went back to sleep if only she hadn't noticed something missing.
Stacie wasn't on her bed.
Panic rises inside Beca as she bolts to the door, frantically searching for her missing best friend. She's tried asking at the nurse's station, thinking that maybe they had to run more of those tests without even notifying her but when she gets nothing fear finds its way back in to her system. The upside was, now she wasn't alone in her search as the hospital staff and security have now been alerted of the situation of the possibility that a patient may have escaped. Aside from a minor head injury, Stacie only had a sprained ankle, a fractured elbow a couple of bruises and cuts so it's likely she may have wandered around. It's not even helping that she does not remember anything and could just have fled out of fright. If Beca only knew she wouldn't have slept and kept herself awake.
She was just about to call the police when her peripheral catches a tall brunette standing at the middle of the hospital's lobby looking lost. Heaving a sigh of relief, Beca runs over to her best friend.
"Stace, god! What on earth—" Beca stops abruptly, suddenly realizing from the surprised and cautious look Stacie was giving her that the person who she was talking to didn't exactly know who she was. Clearing her throat, she tries a much calmer tone, hoping that she wouldn't scare her away.
"Uhm Stacie, well that's your name, Stacie Conrad. My name is Beca, Beca Mitchell. I am your best friend. We grew up together and I know it's hard to take all this in but please just trust me this once?" she asks, extending a hand out towards Stacie. The tall brunette however instinctively takes a step back at the sudden gesture.
"The doctor said you need to rest so you can easily recover," awkwardly taking back her hand, she continues to explain softly, admittedly a little hurt with that look of distrust coming from her best friend like she was a stranger. But the truth was, that's what Beca is in her eyes now, a stranger. And although it hurts, Beca knows she has to be patient to win back that trust. The doctor had advised her that there is no one better to help in her best friend's recovery other than her. Racking her brain, she immediately turns to the things Stacie likes.
"Look, how about you come with me back to your room and I, go order ourselves some pizza and strawberry ice-cream?" she suggest with a light smile, all the while taking one small step forward. There seems to be a slight look of curiosity from the brunette which gave Beca hope.
"I'll even watch those crappy romantic French movies you totally love?" she tries again, taking another small step forward. She is rewarded with a contemplative look. At least, they are getting somewhere and Beca just needed something more, a memory that could be familiar to Stacie or probably something related to the last memory they had together.
"Okay, fine, I'll admit it. I like Chloe Beale! You know, the singer, Chloe Beale. I downloaded some of her songs which by the way, you also like and if you come with me I'll promise that we'll go watch her concert and join her fan club," Beca exhales. She had her eyes shut closed during the entire confession before mumbling an "and I may have looked at some of her photos while doing stuff," through gritted teeth.
"Which songs? 'Drive' or 'Firelight'? And what kind of stuff are you talking about exactly?" Stacie suddenly replies making Beca open her eyes to find a look of amusement in the taller girl's eyes that for a second there she was almost certain that her best friend is pulling a really evil prank at her.
"Dude, I know you have amnesia but seriously?!" Beca shakes her head in disbelief, wincing at the sudden pain from the stiff neck she had forgotten. "You don't remember your best friend of more than 10 years but you still know who Chloe fucking Beale is? That is just—that hurts you know," she points to her chest as she says this, looking sincerely offended.
"I'm sorry,"
Beca finally looks back at the soft apology and waves a hand at her dismissively. It was childish on her part to even be mad at something so small. She was about to introduce another favourite when Stacie speaks up again.
"I'll come with you in one condition," she starts and this grabs Beca's full attention, the look on her face eager. "Help me find my—I mean Chloe. I need to find Chloe Beale. Now,"
Beca's mind stopped working after that sentence. The look on her face was contorting into a mixture of disbelief and confusion. But when she glances back at Stacie's serious face her frown just deepens. If there was one thing Stacie is bad at it is keeping a straight face for a long time in the middle of a joke. So, there is only one thing left to do and that is to laugh, hard. Because, certainly this situation is starting to look like one big joke the heavens decided to throw down on her.
"Oh god, this is… this is terrible, so much more terrible than I thought," Beca continues to laugh sarcastically, shaking her head and wiping tears from laughing too much. From the corner of her eye, this time it is Stacie's turn to frown. "My best friend just might have completely gone crazy," Beca mutters to herself, this time inhaling and exhaling several times hoping to maintain her own sanity as she places a hand over her forehead.
"I'm being totes serious," Stacie says, now sounding a little annoyed at Beca's reaction. Her words stop Beca's mumblings as she faces her best friend. A look of pure concern laced in all that frustration.
"Stace, first of all Chloe Beale isn't our neighbour who we can just find. Second, even if we do find her it's not like we can get close enough to her without ending up back in this hospital or jail. And finally, what the actual fuck is 'totes'?!" Beca feels like she is about to explode in frustration while trying really hard not to shake her friend until she remembers who she is. At the same time, however, a flashing image catches Beca's eye as her eyes flit over to the television screen hanging up near the lounge area. She pauses for a second, straightening up and motioning over to the monitor behind Stacie.
"You're looking for her? Well, there she is," Beca says about to add another sarcastic joke until she realizes that it wasn't just any entertainment news. The annoyance in her face completely disappears when she reads the big bold letters underneath the famous singer's photo. Beside her, she hears Stacie let out a gasp.
"She's… in another hospital," Beca slowly states the obvious as videos of the celebrity's family now appear on screen, her crying mother in the arms of her worried father who refuses to be interviewed.
Chloe Beale has been involved in the same accident they were in and is unfortunately still in critical condition.
A/N: Thank you for your interest in this fic. Warms my heart to get followers, likes and reviews. Hope I can live up to the expectation. Anyways, hope you guys liked Beca's point of view.
Things are just about to go crazy, by the way.