I stood up and slipped my phone in my back pocket, I could still hear Aubrey and Chloe arguing through the denim. Walking towards the middle of the stage I realized I probably should have listened to the other auditions. Too late now. It's just the Bellas I thought.

The sound of my footsteps on the wooden floor became silent as I turned towards my audience. I looked down at the familiar faces below, silently thankful they didn't know me. I laughed a little to myself because I could still hear my sister trying to get the upper hand in her argument.

"What's your name?" Fat Amy questioned me.

"Oh right. It's Amber."

"You got a last name or are you like Madonna or Cher?" Cynthia Rose chuckled.

Before I could answer Lilly mumbled, "She looks like a girl I met in jail. Maybe she has a warrant."

Trying to not burst out laughing I quickly said, "It's just Amber for now. Not like Cher but maybe Madonna, and I've never been arrested." I looked straight at Beca remembering her own arrest from last year.

The corners of her mouth turned up slightly, "Well, are you going to sing, Amber?" she asked me.

"Sure" i said slowly. In the silence that followed I realized my sister and Chloe had finally stopped arguing.

I started to sing. I got lost in the song. When it was over I felt good, I hadn't struggled anywhere.

There was silence.

Then I heard Aubrey say from my pocket, "That was pretty good." Smiling at her praise I looked down at the Bellas. They were smiling too, well everyone except Beca. She just looked slightly amused. They all started to clap for a few seconds and then Fat Amy yelled, "Aca-awesome!"

Finally Beca smiled and told me they would get in touch with me.

Now it might seem kind of weird that I didn't tell them my last name, but remember Aubrey s my sister. I didn't want to give off the wrong impression, I'm not crazy and controlling and vomity. They don't know that yet though. I'll tell them...eventually.

While I was leaving I pulled out my phone. "You still there?" I asked, already knowing the answer.

"Why didn't you give your last name?"

"Why does it matter?"

"Why won't you tell me?"

"Why can't you leave her alone?" that was Chloe.

"Look, Bree, it's nothing personal... oh wait that was a lie, so maybe it was slightly personal. But I just didn't want to get counted out before I even got to audition."

"And why exactly would our last name do that?"

"Well...I just didn't want them to think that because you're my sister that I would want to take over the Bellas. I really just wanted to join because they seem cool and I like to sing."

"Oh drop the bullshit."

"Come on, Aubrey. I mean you are a very... tiny bit controlling and I'm almost positive all those girls know that. Not to mention your idea of losing control last year was to almost fill a room with vomit. But I promise that if I make the Bellas I'll tell them at Hood Night."

"You promise?"

"Of course, or may my vocal chords be ripped out by wolves" I said smiling, hoping to make her feel better.

It worked. I could practically feel her smiling through the phone. "Shit just got real."

"Ha. Ha. Well, aca-bitches, it's been great talking to you, but I've got some unpacking to do."

"Sorry we couldn't come help!" Chloe shouted.

"That's okay. Organizing is my thing" I joked, but wishing they were with me at the same time.

"You killed your audition, Amber, I know Beca will want you!"

"Thanks, Chlo. Well I better go."

"You really were great, Amber" this was extremely high praise coming from my sister. It sort of made me uncomfortable.

"Oh. Um. Ah... Thanks um, Bree, that's um nice."

"Yeah, well."

"Aubrey?"

"Hm?"

I took a deep breath. "Your name is a lot to live up to. That's why I didn't say it. I love you. Bye!" Then I hung up before she could answer.

That was more than I'd ever like to admit to my sister.