It started soft, music from the kitchen; the smell of bacon making Beca's mouth water. Soon a voice chimed in with the music.

"Makin' my way down town, walkin' fast, faces pas, and I'm homebound," a woman's voice sang, with the man, Pieter chimed in not too short after. "Staring blankly ahead, just making my way, making a way through the crowd," his voice was far too thickly accented for this song, but Beca couldn't help but chuckle at the sound of it.

She had gotten up from the couch and tiptoed her way to the kitchen, while the two continued to sing back and forth. The last round of the chorus was approaching, and Beca knew this song, she practically listened to it for a week straight when she had discovered it and finally gotten to the public library to load it onto her iPod.

"If I could fall, into the sky, do you think time, would pass me by," her voice rang, causing the two German's to spin around, but Luisa automatically continued singing.

"'Cause I know I'd walk-"

"A thousand miles-"

"If I could just see you-"

"If I could just hold you-"

"Tonight."

Luisa had finished the song, and hadn't realized that she and Beca were closing the distance between them. Beca swallowed hard, looking up into the German woman's eyes. She had changed into more comfortable clothes, some cloth shorts, and a baggy t-shirt, Beca was still in the clothes that were given to her last night. "You can sing," the German woman spoke, her eyes studying the small woman's face, which was clean now, and in the light.

"Y-yeah," she whispered. Pieter nearly shouted, "It's all done! Breakfast is ready!" The two were snapped form each other's eyes, and Beca hungrily looked past the blonde towards the profuse amount of food. Waffles, pancakes, fruit, bacon, eggs, she could barely contain herself, biting her lip, and looking to Luisa asking for permission. "Eat kleine maus, no need to ask," the woman grinned, stepping back and letting her pass.

They sat at the dining room table, Luisa eating casually, while Beca shoved food down her throat. Pieter was amused, saying something smart in German, earning a kick beneath the table from the blonde woman. "You like music, ja?" Luisa broke the silence, and the sounds of them eating. Looking up from her plate, and swallowing the last bit of the pancakes she had grabbed, Beca nodded. "It's the best thing that's happened to me, ever," the brunette stated, shrugging her shoulders a little. "I like to sing, and make mash-ups when I get the chance."

Now Luisa was interested, her eyebrow popped slightly, and even Pieter's attention was focused on the tiny girl. "Oh?" both German's leaned forward, propping their elbows on the table, waiting for the brunette to speak more. "Uh, yeah, they aren't great, the computers at the public library aren't the best, but it keeps me busy, and my mind open to new music, so…" she felt uneasy, drawing her hands from her plate and resting them on her lap, avoiding looking at either of the Germans. "Can we hear them?" Pieter asking impatiently getting up from his chair.

Beca flinched at the sudden movement, the hurried tone of his voice. She was expecting to get hurt, or dragged, or something; but a soft hand reached over to her arm, and brushed it lightly. "Pieter sit down," she hissed.

She shivered at the touch, goosebumps rising on her arms, a strange new feeling filling her. Green eyes rose from her lap and looked into blue ones. "Y-yeah, I can do that. It's no big deal," her voice was low, and she got from the chair, walking towards where she had left her backpack. She pulled the small iPod from a pocket and walked over to the table. "Do you have something I can play it on?"

"Ja," the blonde answered, gesturing towards the small stereo on the kitchen counter. Pieter was bouncing with excitement as the music started. Luisa just sat there and listened, her face focused, and her ears picking up a few spots that she knew didn't quite work. Uprising, by Muse started at first, and then it switched into the popular Tsunami. Pieter was overjoyed, a wild grin taking over his face. The two German's exchanged glances with each other. "Was denken sie?" Luisa said to the man.

"Das Sound Machine will love it, it is very us, ja?" he replied. Meanwhile Beca was just kind of watching the pair, and slightly confused about why both of them seemed to giddy. "Who? Wait, what? What are you guys talking about?" she finally asked. Luisa stood from her chair, and approached the tiny girl. "Ah, mäuschen; we… run an acapella group, Das Sound Machine. We… have not had any luck in finding music that suits our style. But this… may we use this?" the blonde woman explained. Beca would have immediately said yes, but now she was curious.

"Can I watch you perform sometime?" her voice was timid, unsure; in the past questions had only led to beatings, but so far, neither of the two seemed very threatening. A smile took over the woman's mouth and she pulled Beca into an embrace. At first the small girl was tense, but the hug was warm, welcoming, and… something else, something that Beca couldn't explain. Finally she wrapped her arms around the older woman as well. "Ja, das wuerde mir gefallen."

Translations:
"Was denken sie?" – What do you think?
"Ja, das wuerde mir gefallen." – Yes, that would please me.