A/N: The Beca Perspective

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For three months Beca tried to look for work that was in line with sound mixing. That what was she was good at. So she decided to take a shot. And so far, no shot is proving to be a good one.

She's tried numerous production houses. Gave out too many to count demo CDs and not one has proven to suit her need. Meaning, not one has called for her to be a sound mixer. One was a house assistant (a stacker of CDs), another asked her if she would be willing to give her mixes but they can't afford to recognize her work as of the moment (which was a total bugger), and another told her straight that her mixes were far too ordinary and she was better off working in universities.

Maybe I'll give that a shot, thought Beca. She sighed to herself at her desperation. She never thought things would turn out this way. After dropping out of Barden University, she thought she had the world in the palm of her hands. She escaped from her then current foster parents and lived on her own.

Work on her music, find someone who can appreciate her music, sell out her music and live peacefully on her own. That was the plan. But after finding that the "real world" is not as easy as putting it in the palm of her hands, she worked as a diner assistant at Pitch Perfect Productions. Not the best scenario but at least she was near a production house. She thought she was beginning to tear down the walls of the real world when her diner friends heard and appreciated her music. But then the P. Diddy happened.

She was back to square one.

These days her only consolation was the puppy she found somewhere near her apartment. Somehow, that puppy puts her at ease and makes her want to meet tomorrow. At times when the brown furball looks at her, she feels as if she's looking at someone she's met. Another time she thought the dog's eyes fully resembled that of her rogue neighbor, Jesse.

She remembered the day she met that guy. She was looking for Jesse, her puppy, wondering for the nth time where that dog goes to at nights when she popped her head out her window and was face to face with a young man with brown hair, brown eyes and goofy lips. Who the-? Beca was startled when the young man talked with such terror. It was like either he was extremely startled or she was someone he didn't want to see. Or maybe he's a burglar, Beca frightened herself, I didn't realize burglars look cute these days, Beca caught herself thinking.

"I'm not a god if that's what you're thinking," Beca managed to both save herself from humiliation and see if the guy was a burglar. Luckily, he wasn't and he seemed to be living in the same building when he said he knew her dog. They even have the same name. Regardless, Beca never created relationships around her apartment building. Less relationships, less responsibilities as Beca tells herself most of the time. She said good night and closed her window, wondering where the hell her puppy goes to at night.

But the human Jesse apparently isn't one who gives up. In a description, he's a relationship guy and he chose Beca to be close with.

After two evenings from their first encounter, human Jesse knocked on Beca's window. Beca curiously went to her window and saw the huge goofy grin of human Jesse. He was holding something like a juice box and some snacks. At nine in the evening.

"Yes, hello?" Beca said opening her window. Human Jesse held out the juice box and the snacks. "I thought I could give some apology for startling you the other night," human Jesse explained, "I was eating somewhere near and was thinking how I could make up with you. So I thought, you look liked someone who could use some cheering up. I bet food can cheer you up," human Jesse continued with still that goofy grin on her face.

Beca can't believe her eyes. Who is this guy? How obnoxious can a guy be? Is he saying I like eating food? Is he stalking me? Beca panicked. Human Jesse seemed to notice the change on Beca's countenance. "Oh my god, I'm not a stalker or a burglar or a killer. I'm just really a friendly neighbor who wants to explain what the hell he was doing going down that stairs that night."

"Ok," Beca said giving the young man a chance, "what's your explanation?" The young man's face lost the goofy grin and said in such a serious tone, "I was going down the fire staircase because I was escaping from a girl" He was met with a sarcastic, loud laugh. "I don't believe you," Beca said in between laughs.

"Yes, it's true!" human Jesse protested getting his goofy grin back on his face. "Alright, alright," Beca tried to laugh between her laughs, "So you're not being chased right now?"

"Don't worry, I'm not anymore." Human Jesse said. Beca looked at human Jesse and decided he could be an exception to the rule. "Alright lover boy, get in," Beca said. The young man whooped and hopped inside her apartment and went straight to a seat which she thought was very odd. That was the seat that her dog usually goes to after going inside in the morning. "Why did you go to that seat?" Beca confronted.

Human Jesse had the same terror in his eyes the night they first met. "Am I—am I not allowed to seat in here?" human Jesse squeaked. Beca found herself laughing loudly and more real than her laugh a few moments ago. She can't believe this guy can actually put her at ease. I guess he really is the exception. She found herself a companion in the most unlikely of place.

For three days now, human Jesse has been going at her place eating dinner and making her sorrows melt away. She almost wanted to ask human Jesse to find and bring her her dog so it can sleep with her but the young man seem to make her forget about her dog.

"Jesse," Beca called after spending another day looking for a job, "Come here boy!" She whistled low and clapped her hands as she put down some groceries she passed by. She noticed the place was already dark and realized that it took her a long time today getting back to the apartment. Well, she wandered around a bit in the park for a while clearing her head. "Jesse, I got some food for you here. C'mere boy," Beca walked around her room to change while summoning her dog. Where is that dog? I locked every window today. I don't think it would have gotten away from my room, Beca thought.

She flipped the lights in her room and found a young man with brown hair and brown eyes wearing her robe and looking at her with the same terrified eyes she saw a few nights ago.

Elsewhere…

In the planet Celest, the Guardian of Intelligence rushed through the colored halls that housed the Guardians of the High Order.

"Lady Scarlet if I may ask something?" Lord Xanthous went inside the red hall of the Guardian of Love. He was dressed in golden robes with twinkling bright eyes—as bright as the sun in the heavens and twinkles like the stars around it.

Lady Scarlet was again in front of her portal. She was looking intently at the sleeping form of one Rebecca Mitchell—the current owner of their banished celestian, Jesson Swanson. Her eyes were a mixture of white and red and they swirl around her eyes while she watches. She moved her head and faced the Golden Guardian and asked with her eyes, Yes Lord Xanthous? What is it you seek answers from?

"Do you have any knowledge of the Ivory Guardian's following of the current events of her son?"

"Yes," Lady Scarlet answered with a thoughtful tone. "I have noticed that she has followed her son all throughout this ordeal. But I wonder, she never said anything to protest about her son's banishment."

"I believe that she fully accepts the punishment given to her son. Jesson deserved it and he doesn't need a particular consideration. He did all that he was accused of."

"I am aware of that Lord Xanthous." The Crimson Guardian turned her head again in front of her portal. Without a dismissal, Lord Xanthous swished away from the red hall of the Lady Scarlet.

Someday…Someday you'll understand my importance. Not all this idealistic nonsense. Jesson Swanson, I put everything in your hands. The Golden Guardian of Intelligence went into his yellow hall with a determination and fury that Jesson and the other Guardians of the High Order will soon know of.

A/N: I hope you weren't surprised at the fast pace of Beca and human Jesse's confrontation. I have a good reason for it and also to avoid stretching it to somewhere where I won't be able to get to the story I wanted.

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