Sorry, but this is a mini chapter, but I will update soon

Two weeks before Senior year of college

Beca glid the finger trough her ponytail carefully, "Uh, Stacie?" She said, taking three deep breaths.

She moaned as a response, as she was applying mascara. "Will the extension fall out?" Beca studied herself in the mirror, she didn't look like herself. Was this the Bellas? Was this too much? Well, of course not, it's for the president. And he is like… important, he has a red button that could probably blow up the world. Stacie sighed and dropped the mascara without closing it.

"Let's see" She sighed, combing Beca's ponytail. "Yup" She muttered heavily as the extension fell off. She took it off and put it back on aggressively, making Beca squeal.

"Bardèn Bellas?" A woman with headphones around her neck and a phone burst in the wardrobe.

"It's actually Barden Bellas" Chloe grinned, proudly, putting on her shimmering jacket.

The woman glared at her, not caring a bit. "There's a phone for a Rebecca Mitchell"

The girls immidieatly snorted, making Beca's cheeks burn. Beca got up and grabbed the phone; "Thanks" She clenched her teeth.

"Yes?" She backed away as she heard a dreadful scream. "Mom, please" She yelled, rubbing her air.

"I don't want to interrupt you, are you going on the stage soon?" She blabbered, energetic.

"Yeah, I'm going on about…" She looked at the woman, who was holding 7 fingers up"

Beca's eyes widened. Seven minutes? She haven't even changed,- yes she has. Like, 2 hours ago.

"Beca? Are you there?" Her mom sounded frightened.

"I'm going on about seven minutes, mom. Wish me luck" She whispered.

"Oh honey, we're so proud" She heard her mom's voice fade as she took the phone away from her ear, but she did hear the joy in her mother's voice. She handed the phone to the woman, as she walked in. The girls were running around, fixing each other's makeup while warming up their voice, some repeating verses and dance numbers. Beca smiled, this was the breakthrough, this was it. What was they doing while changing acapella history? Panicking. Making sure their ponytail was on point, checking if the eyeliner was smudges, reapplying eyelashes, whitening their teeth. Chloe jumped and waved with her arms, warming up her voice. "Shit, I forgot my charm bracelet!" She made a hurricane in her bag, pulling up the bracelet. As she applied, she caught Beca grinning.

"What are you smiling for?" She snorted, walking towards Beca.

Beca closed her mouth, she shrugged with blank eyes. As she opened her mouths, the woman with earphones burst in the door. "You're on about 5 minutes," She breathed. Beca looked at the Bellas, who were standing in a line, a perfect line. Lily combed her bangs quickly and put her comb in her back pocket. Beca nodded with a shy smile, following the lady. They walked down a spiral stairs; Beca grabbed the handrails, feeling dizzy as she walked in a circle. As they were on safe ground, they saw an orchestra walking towards the big scene. They were next. They were going to making the face of the American acapella community about five minutes.

"Are you ready?
"I have to see first" Beca laughed, removing his soft, cold hands. In front of her was a blue and white rug with a pizza box and a juice pouches on it. The corner of the treehouse was framed with candles in different shapes and height. "I don't like this silence, please say something" Jesse chuckled nervously, taking his hand on Beca's shoulder. She looked at him with a blank look. He fiddled with the zipper on his treble hoodie as he tried to read Beca.
"Too cheesy? I know it is somewhat weird, and I swear I'm not trying to make this to some prop-"

Beca chuckled and wrapped her arms around his waist, hugging him. "Thanks" She murmured with her face hidden in his hoodie. "I guess" Jesse chuckled, leaning down to kiss her head. Beca sat down on the rug, "It's just that. I actually wanna do great this year, this last year" Beca fiddled with a juice pouch. Jesse stroke her hand while sitting down next to her. "I would have been in LA by now, regretting that I didn't finish college if it wasn't for you, you know" Jesse smiled and pressed his lips on her cheek.

"Thanks for being an asshole when I needed it" She mumbled, running her hand on the rug.

"You're welcome" He grinned, grabbing her waist, pulling her closer.

"Commander Swanson" A soda can flew inside the treehouse through the window. Beca knew that voice.

"Is that Brody? Do you guys talk?"

"I haven't talked to them since last year, when you left me with them while eating ramen" Jesse frowned.

"Lieutenant, I want out on the field" Scott's shy yell echoed. Jesse bit his bottom lip, "You were the lieutenant in the group?" Beca laughed.

"Please, give us a chance. A lot of people are wounded" Brody yelled again.

"Go" Beca mouthed. Jesse shook his head, looking down.

"You will regret that" Beca crossed her arm.

"By people, he means memories and friendship" Scott yelled.

Beca put a hand over her chest sarcastically, "Poor guys, don't let them stand there" She pouted. Jesse rolled his eyes and stood up, he sat on the edge of the treehouse, looking down at them. "Sergeant Henry" He said, saluting. Beca tried to hold back a laugh.

"There he is" Scott yelled, happy. Beca heard the boys climbing up.

"Whoa" Jesse stepped back, seeing them wrap their arms around his neck, rubbing his head.

"Guys really" Jesse sighed as they messed up his hair.

"Hi Beca" Scott smiled and jumped on Jesse's back.

"Hey" She laughed.

As the orchestra stopped playing, Beca's heart stopped for a second.

"Oh my god" Chloe spinned Beca around, "Aca huddle" She splattered the words fast.

"This is it" She said dramatically.

They took their hands on each other's, "1, 2 , 3…." They sang in harmony. Smiling saitisfied they walked on the stage. "Look down, there's a silhouette, so it will look cool" Stacie quickly said as they started walking to the stage. Beca heard the commenters mention her name as she stood in her position, but she didn't listen. She couldn't focus on anything other than the lyrics. Is it say or said? She totally panicked. Two breaths Beca, no three. When Lily makes that weird noise, you start singing; you're one who starts everything.

You know on running races, when they shoot the gun and everybody starts running? Beca was the gun. When she sings, everybody starts singing. This was her choice, she could mess everything up right now, or she could improve everything.

But no, today Beca decided, when she opens her mouth, she improves everything.