The Story So Far | Chapter Three
Beca's POV
Band meetings.. Might sound boring but then with those guys it's hella fun.
"So guys – I supposed since summer we didn't have a proper conversation," I told them. "Any ideas for a new song?"
The conversation felt silent, nobody responded. "Oh okay.."
Hunter raised his hand as I looked at him and gave him a look to make him speak, "Have you got any ideas, Beca?"
"I can't think of something! My mind is blocked for a while now and I need real life stories to make good songs. A good songwriter doesn't make songs instead he experiences it. So that's why, I can't think of something!"
"Well – We got no stories so far, Becs. I mean, I'm the one who mostly tells you guys stories, I guess I'm all out of them now," Gray explained while I sighed heavily.
"Well then, meeting dismissed," I quickly told them. "Good luck on your auditions, guys. Just don't forget about the band, okay?"
"Why would we forget about the band?" Dylan questioned.
"Being in an a cappella group is much different from being in a pop punk band so.." I surmised.
"Don't worry about that, Becs. We won't forget about the Battle of the Bands. And anyway, you have to find the story this time, the story for that winning song. I'm a hundred positive you would find some stories this year, I feel it," he assured while I just nodded and he nudged my shoulder.
"We and the guys are gonna practice, see you!" and with that Dylan and the guys left me alone in my room.
Am I gonna really experience something this year? I mean, I feel something but I'm still anticipating what will happen, is it love or hatred? That's the question I'm asking. This is the story so far and it's just beginning.
3 weeks and a half have passed and I'm already stressed in college especially that Philosophy class that my dad chose for me. I didn't like it, it sucked ass. I mostly spent my first weeks in college as an alternative girl who stays at her dorm room all the time, trying to find a good lyric but she can't seem to find it. I've been up all night, staring at the ceiling but still nothing. I made a few guitar intros though, and that's it.
"Beca?" I heard someone call my name. I was sleeping, I don't think I was dreaming though. "Beca?" Nope, I wasn't dreaming. "Beca, wake up." It was my dad waking me up in my dorm room. Really.
I rose up, "Funny this doesn't look like your intro to Philosophy class," he told me.
"I'm posing an important philosophical question," I started, my words still sleepy. "If I don't actually go to that class, will it still suck?"
"Look honey, college is great," he avoided my question. "You get to create memories here, I see it every day. You just gotta give it a chance. You've been here – what a month now? Do you have any friends besides those 3 weirdos?"
"Kimmy-Jin is my friend," I pointed out.
"No," she muttered while I gave her a dirty look.
"You got to get out there, Beck. You have to try something," he told me while he strummed my guitar.
"Well – I've been trying to have ideas for a winning song to help us win the BotB," I told him.
"That's what you basically do every day, even at home. You always say, a good songwriter doesn't make songs instead he experiences it," he explained.
"Well – I am trying to experience something."
"You got to try something new, Beck. Join one club on campus and in the end of the year, you still want to win that battle. I would support you in every step of the way, even if you don't win it. I'll help you move to LA and have gigs there." Woah.
"Seriously?" I asked him, I'm pretty convinced right now.
"Yes seriously. But I really need to see it, Beca. This is college join in." then he left. I shrugged, got my clothes, and headed to the shower room.
The shower felt empty so I bothered to sing, "You're always dressed to kill, and you feel like you owe it to the world but you owe it to yourself."
I kept on singing as I removed my bath robe and hopped in to the shower, "And you're, you're not here and I can't stop pretending that you're forever mine and I.."
"You do sing!" a bubbly voiced came out of nowhere as I jerked my head and saw that redhead from that a cappella group.
"Oh my God!" I exclaimed as I tried to move the curtain.
"How high does your belt go?" she moved it again and went closer.
"My what? Oh my God!"
"You have to audition for the Bellas," she told me. Not again, I don't like singing without instruments.
Her junk is showing.. "I can't concentrate on anything you're saying until you cover your junk."
"Just consider it," she told me, ignoring my order. "One time, we sing backup for Prince. His butt is so tiny that I can hold it with like, one hand." She bumped into my towel which caused it to fall.
"Seriously? I am nude," I informed her obviously.
"What was the song you're singing? It's actually pretty nice.." she asked me.
"It's.. Dressed to Kill. I wrote it," I told her.
"You write songs? That's amazing," she complimented as I mumbled a small thanks. "It reminds me of someone I miss hooking up with."
"That's nice," I replied. That's one way of ruining my song, thank you.
"It is. That song really builds," she told me.
"Gross," I muttered whilst wishing her that she would leave me alone.
"Can you sing it for me?" she asked. "I like your song, it's pretty good."
"Dude, no. Get out!" I ordered. "Not for that reason. I'm not leaving until you sing so.."
I sighed while I turned around to meet her pale blue eyes. "I can't dream anymore since you left, I miss you singing me to sleep, to sleep. I can't wake anymore in your arms, I miss you singing me to sleep."
She was smiling in the whole song, "That song is pretty good, have you finished writing it?"
I nodded awkwardly while I was trying not to check out her junk. Wait what? What's happening to me? She saw me looking, "Oh yeah – I'm pretty confident about all this."
I nodded absent-mindedly, "Yeah, you should be," I agreed and she nodded as she realized to give me my towel.
"I still need to shower," I mumbled as a guy was there, probably her boyfriend.
"You have a lovely voice," he said referring to me as he signaled the redhead to go back and join him. The ginger was smiling at me as she realized that he was asking her to come back to him.
"See you at auditions!" she told me while I got there and looked bewildered. She actually convinced me to join that a cappella group, I might as well give it a shot. The guys were already warming up for their audition, I guess I have to join an a cappella group so we could all be in the same page.
I distracted my thoughts and continued to take a shower. Now I have to think what song I would perform at the auditions.
A/N: Told you I was gonna try to update fast! I read the reviews and I gotta say thank you guys! I was wondering all along that no one would like this story, well I was wrong. Thank you guys for your support so far. Please R&R, it actually motivates me to write more.
Again Turpitude is basically NFG in this story so their songs are sang and wrote by Turpitude but it's actually NFG's. Make sure to listen to NFG and kinda like flow into the songs a little bit so yeah, I hope you're all enjoying the story so far! See what I did there? ;)
