As soon as Beca entered the station she knew Luke was playing her mix. Her favourite mix, the one that made her most proud. Bulletproof and Release. It was by far her favourite to listen to and just zone out, plus it was Chloe's favourite to listen to at the moment.

Beca couldn't help but run through the station, till she hit the main booth, rapping hard against the glass window till Luke looked up with a wide grin

"Holy Crap, it's my song!" she practically screamed, waving her hands about. Luke tapped his head phones, indicating he couldn't hear her. He stood and moved to the door, where Beca was already waiting, completely in awe at the Brit, "You're finally playing it!" the brunette practically bounced on the spot. She wanted to hug him, but wasn't sure if that was the right thing to do,

"Tight Beats," Luke said with a shrug, tilting his ear to the ceiling, "This is a killer vocal track. The dj at "The Garage" does a brilliant mix of this song as well but yours is better " Luke continued, his eyes twinkling slightly,

"Yeah it is," Beca said smuggly, unable to contain her confidence now,

"I'm going to hear her play tonight. You should come with and check her out. Totally your type," Luke said with a wink and Beca groaned around, throwing her head back. She'd almost completely forgot about the nights plans, and how she was dressed. Just her god damn luck,

"Ugh, I can't. I have this thing," she said with an eye roll, Luke eyed her, Ealing his eyes up and down her body before he sniggered slightly,
Lke takes in Beca's outfit.

"Your a Bella? I'd never have pegged you for one of them," he said through his laughs,

"Oh come on, I know Aubrey's your cousin, so you have acapella in your family. Maybe even your blood. Besides tonight's the semi-finals. And somehow we're going, even after how terrible the set is," Beca grumbled bitterly, dropping her eyes to her heal clad feet,

"See you tonight," Jesse appeared at Luke's side, his eyes dark. Beca hadn't even noticed him, theybhadnt spoken since the night he and her father had bailed her out of jail. Beca felt a pang of guilt in her stomach as the dark haired boy met her eyes briefly. "Jesse, wait," Beca started, but he was gone, out the door and away to the Trebel's.

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"Five minutes, Bellas," Benji said quietly into the ear of Aubrey, who brushed him off quickly, staring intently at the Acapella group on stage and their pint size soloist. The blonde could feel the puke curling around her stomach, threatening to explore at anypoint. This was bad, the captain thought, so, so bad.

"Where did he come from?" Stacie muttered, probably to herself, but Aubrey heard her. She was right, where had this pint sized wonder who sang Blame It On The Boogie like he belonged with the Jackson 5, the Bella's where screwed.

"Its's over. The season's over. We can't beat The Footnotes and The Trebles," Amy muttered in the same low tone as Stacie, her eyes wide,

"Aca-huddle! Now! The top TWO teams go to the finals. We just have to beat one of them. If we do it exactly as we rehearsed, we'll get there," Aubrey said as she turned to the Bella's, her eyes set, a crease between her eyebrows as she spoke. It sounded like she was forming a battle plan, determines to wipe the other acapella groups out.

Chloe had always found it a little terrifying when Aubrey got her serious game face on, especially now, as the blonde turned to Beca, giving that famous death glare,

"Exactly. How we practised," Aubrey hissed and Beca just glared back, like she was daring her to-do something, anything.

As the announcers, an odd couple who where always at everything ane anything acapella,.announced the Bella's onto the Stage, Beca couldn't help but feel like they where marching to their doom. They all fell into place, and waited for the pitch pipe. It blew and Chloe began,

"RAMBOON NA BOO YEAH! I, I GOTTA NEW LIFE, YOU WOULD HARDLY RECOGNIZE..." the red head sung with a real smile, she truly did love singing and entertaining,

"AND IT OPENED UP MY EYES.." Aubrey joined in, her smile slightly more fake then usual. Beca moved behind them, the damn choreography now implanted in her brain. She wondered what information had lost to fit in the dance routine. Infront of them the audience looked physically bored. Beca swore she saw someone actually yawn. This was it, she told herself, go all in or go home. The brunette took a deep breath, caught Chloe's eye, and began to sing.

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"What the fuck, Beca, were you trying to screw us up?" Aubrey yelled, starting towards the shorter girl as they got back stage,

"Are you serious?" Beca practically laughed, unaware of the crowd they where attracting,

"This isn't the Beca show!" Aubrey yelled, flapping her hands,

"Dude, in case you hadn't noticed everyone pretty much dozed off during our set! I'm pretty sure I saw one guy get out a radio!" Beca shot back, feeling extremely frustrated,

"It's not up to you to decide what we do and when we do it. Why don't you ask the rest of the group how they felt about your little improvisation?" Aubrey challenged her, and Beca accepted. The brunette met Chloe's bright, shocked eyes,

"I mean, it was cool and all, but... I guess it sorta took us a little by surprise " Fat Amy pipped up before Becs could speak to her girlfriend. The other Bella's shuffled and made murmurs of a reluctant agreement,

"A lot by surprise," Aubrey huffed, turning to Chloe, "I told you she wasn't a Bella, that it was all a bad idea,"

"Aubrey, dont-" Chloe started, her eyes darkening. Beca couldn't help herself, the rage Aubrey always started began to bubble up and boil inside her,

"It's okay, Chloe. I mean you don't actually think you have a say in the group, do you?" Beca sneered, not even caring anymore, she was so done with Aubrey's shit,

"Your attitude sucks, you're a Grade A pain in the ass, and we all know you're cosy with that Trebel, Jesse and still hooking up with Chloe but that doesn't give you a God damn free pass to do whatever you damn well please!" Aubrey practically screamed the words in Beca's face. The short brunette made a low noise in her throat and balled her hands into fists,

"Aubrey, calm down. She's not cosy with me. I swear," This came from Beca's shoulder, where Jesse stood with his damn puppy dog face,

"God, Jesse! You are always trying to help me! I don't need helping! Just get out of my face!" Beca yelled at the boy, feeling her nails bite into the palms of her hands as her anger Rose and bubbled over. She'd been doing so damn well with keeping everything bottled up as well. Jesse stared at her for a moment, stunned into silence.

Everyone around her was silent, Aubrey, Amy, Stacie and even Chloe, it felt like everyone was holding the same breath, sure Beca was different, alittle out there, that tiny alt girl who sang acapella kinda good, but she wasn't a girl who lost her temper and screamed in the face of her best friend. Her best friend who had still stuck around after she got pissy about him calling her dad, her best friend who listened when she talked about her parents, about Chloe, about being scared, and here she was, just screaming at him as all her frustration canew to boil.

Jesse met her eyes one last time before he turned around and headed back to the Trebel's. No words said, nothing, he just turned and left. Beca felt awful, she felt her chest tighten as she grimly turned back to the Bella's,

"Man, this is what I get for trying!" the brunette stared around the still shocked looking faces of her team mates, her friends, her girlfriend and noone spoke up. Right then and there Beca Mitchell felt alone, "You know what? I'm done. I'm done with all of this shit."