A/N: Told you it would be up soon! And the next two/last two chapters are already written! Woo! I'm sad this is coming to an end, because I've been writing it for so long... But I'm sure you, my lovely readers, are happy that more chapters are up! XOXO.

Chapter Ten

Stepping onto the train platform mid-morning the next day, Beca shivered, wrapping her coat tightly around her. She had only ever been to Minnesota with Chloe in the summer, so she wasn't used to the weather. Christmases often involved Beca and Chloe's families both coming to Los Angeles since they both lived so far away. Plus the Beale family was always willing to get away from the snow for a few days. And yes, the DJ has toured, but she never really experienced the places she went. That along with her playing a lot of music festivals meant that she was a warm weather girl through and through.

The DJ dragged her bags behind her, storing them in a locker at the train station. Of course she still lugged her equipment with her, not wanting to risk its safety. Making sure that she was as bundled up as possible, she plugged the address into her phone, and headed outside.

The snow was blowing, and so Beca couldn't see street names very well, but eventually she found the store and stepped inside, glad for respite from the bitter cold. Proud of herself for only falling once she dusted the snow off of her hair and hung her coat on a coat rack. Hurriedly, he searched the store for someone who could help her. Now that she was in the same state as Chloe, only hours away, Beca was itching to get moving and see the redhead again.

However, it took only a moment before Beca stopped looking for someone who could help her and was dragged into digging through milk crates full of records. Having herself worked in a record store in high school, she knew where to look for some high quality vinyl, where people would stash the good stuff until they could afford it.

After Beca had acquired a stack of over a dozen records, she was approached by a woman who looked to be in her late forties or early fifties, her dark hair in a messy ponytail, but red lipstick applied perfectly.

"Hey, looks like you need this," she smiled, offering Beca another milk crate.

The DJ took it, set it next to her, and continued to dig through the crates, determined.

"You looking for something in particular?" the woman asked, watching Beca's nimble fingers flick through the records reading titles at a speedy pace.

"Huh? Oh, um, thanks. I wasn't planning on looking, but damn, you guys have a great collection. I've been looking for an original pressing of Spanking Machine by Babes in Toyland for years and I figured that if I were gonna find it anywhere, it would be Minneapolis. I've got one, but it's not a first pressing and I've listened to it so many times that it's pretty beaten up," she said, still flipping through records.

"If you weren't here looking, was there something else I could help you with? Although by all means, keep looking," the woman laughed, loading Beca's selections into the crate.

"Oh shit, yeah, my friend called a few days ago, you're supposed to be holding a boom box for me?"

"Yeah, sure, we do a pretty decent stereo business. Keeps us rolling even with all the digital music shit going on now. What's your name?" she asked, looking like she may have recognized the DJ.

"Beca Mitchell," she said, moving on to the next crate.

"Wait, you're Beca Mitchell, as in DJ Titanium?" the older woman asked.

"Oh, uhm, yeah, that's me..." Beca trailed off, waiting for a reaction she could only assume was coming. Confused that she didn't get one, especially since the woman seemed to recognize her, she smirked. "So do I get to know your name?" Beca looked the woman over. She knew for a fact that she recognized her, but couldn't put a name to the face.

"Of course, I'm Kat," she said, offering a hand which Beca promptly shook.

"No fucking way, you're Kat Bjelland!" Beca exclaimed, eyes wide.

"Good to know I'm not so old no one recognizes me," Kat laughed. "C'mere, I've got something you'll like."

Beca followed the older brunette to the counter and watched her opening a locked case.

"I know you've mixed some of The Runaways, right?" she asked, digging through the case.

"Yeah, I love them. My mom's always been a huge fan. I listened to them all the time growing up. I was five when I told her I wanted to be Joan Jett," Beca laughed, looking at a display of cassette tapes on the counter.

"Hey, that's badass. Joan Jett's the reason a lot of girls have picked up guitars," she said, grabbing a pair of disposable gloves, putting them on.

"I've always loved music and screwed around with whatever instruments I could get my hands on. But every instrument I'm best at, the ones I can play really proficiently I've learned because of some rock star. I learned guitar because of Joan Jett, but I was determined to teach myself. Mom told me that's what she did," Beca laughed. "And I learned piano because of Fleetwood Mac. Long story short singing "Songbird" is what convinced my girlfriend to give me a second chance after I royally fucked up. I started to actually learn to play drums, not just bang around like an idiot the day Sandy West died. I'm actually pretty decent at the Theremin too, but I learned that 'cause it's just rad."

"That's a damn good list kid, I always had a feeling you could do more than mix up other people's stuff. And, now, take a look at this," the older woman said, proffering an album.

"No fucking way. No. Way! This is 'Live In Japan' signed by all of them! And it's dated. Holy shit, this is fantastic. I don't care how much you want for it, I will so take it!" Beca said, practically jumping up and down.

"Hah, it's all yours. I've been looking for someone who will actually appreciate it before I'll part with it. Did you want the other stuff you picked out too? You've got some great albums there," she said, gesturing to the milk crate still sitting where Beca had been looking. "Oh, and how about this: You sign two copies of your album, one for me to hand on the signature wall and one to sell, and the signed, first pressing of Spanking Machine is all yours," Kat smiled.

"Oh you've so got a deal," Beca said before, jogging over to the crate, snatching it up.

While she wasn't looking, Kat slipped signed first pressings of the bands subsequent two albums in the bag for Beca as well. She liked the tiny brunette and could see how passionate about music the DJ was. "I'll grab that stereo."

When Kat returned Beca was waiting at the counter with a few cassettes she had plucked from the display while waiting.

"Here you go, all set. It'll play a CD and it's got fresh batteries in it." Kat packed up the bag, ringing up all of Beca's items.

Beca signed the albums for the older woman gratefully, took her bags, threw on her coat, and headed back out into the cold winter, thanking Kat.

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Back at the train station Beca retrieved the rest of her bags and took a cab to the rental car place. Beca was surprised to see just how big the car she rented actually was. She was slightly terrified to drive it, but figured she could do it. By noon she was off on the highway, happily singing along to her iPod and enjoying the blowing snow around her.