Beca started rehearsing her song, and she realized it was definitely going to take some practice.
Not only did she feel uncomfortable with the whole rock-n-roll vibe she was trying to put off, but the key was a little tricky, exacerbated by the fact that she wanted to sing it loud, with her full heart.
She wanted to get it right.
For Chloe.
And Joan Jett deserved respect.
She was also trying to learn the group number which, weirdly enough, wasn't fully set in the 80s. Ace of Bass was a 90s band, and Turn the Beat Around was from the 70s.
But Beca figured that Eternal Flames being in '88 was the focal point, so she just went with it and tried to learn the background vocals and solo.
It was Saturday morning, before the group rehearsal, when Beca awoke to the sounds of Stacie trying to sing Nasty by Janet Jackson.
At 7 in the morning.
She tuned it out at first, turning over in bed and trying to go back to sleep. Usually she was tired enough to sleep through whatever was happening on the first floor, but Stacie's attempted vocals kept breaking through her slumber.
Beca could hear that the backing track didn't have any melody for her to work off, and Stacie couldn't find the key.
Beca meandered into the communal space to find Stacie standing in the middle of the dining area, hand to her ear. She was straining to find the rhythm, notes, anything to sing along with.
She glanced outside to see that PAs were moving stuff in and out of the pool house, setting up for the group practice.
Beca forced herself into the kitchen, ready to get some caffeine for the day if she wasn't going to be able to sleep any longer. She was only there a moment before the backing track cut off abruptly, and she looked up.
Because Stacie had obviously taken stock of the smaller brunette's presence, and sure enough, Beca saw she was staring her down across the room.
"Look," Beca said, turning back to her kettle. "I'm not going to say anything."
"Good," the taller brunette responded. They sat in silence as Beca filled the kettle.
And she didn't say anything.
But she couldn't stop herself from thinking about the feedback that Stacie had been getting.
Like Beca, Stacie had been told that her performances were relying too much on the presentation instead of the vocals. Stacie had one of those voices that drove Beca crazy - not because it was bad, but because it was so good, and so misused. The tall brunette could take any song and own it. She dominated whatever she sang.
It probably drove Posen nuts, too, to see that talent squandered.
She watched Carl direct the PAs around outside. They were moving equipment into the garage.
To create more space in the pool house, maybe?
Or were they going to practice in the larger space?
The whistling kettle broke her thoughts, and Beca poured herself a glass of hot water. She prepared her tea the same way that Katherine had prepared it for her last week - black, with honey.
She glanced up to see that Stacie still stood by the sound system, scrolling through her phone.
It seemed like she didn't want to start singing again with Beca there.
Well, if she was here to hear it, Beca might as well say something.
"If you didn't hate me," Beca heard herself saying. "And, if you wanted to hear what I thought-"
"Which I don't," Stacie shot back.
"Which you don't," Beca agreed. "I'd say that you picked the wrong song."
Stacie barked out a laugh and fell into the couch.
"That'd be stupid," Stacie said offhandedly, turning on the TV, but Beca knew she wasn't really listening to the bitchy words of Joel McHale.
"It would be stupid," Beca called across the room. She let her tea steep, stirring every once in a while as she waited to throw out the tea bag.
"It would be stupid to sing a song that didn't have a discernable melody when the judges want to hear you display your vocal talents, instead of your- uh, sensual ones," she said aloud, to Stacie and also to no one in particular.
Stacie muted the TV suddenly. Out of her peripherals, Beca could see that Stacie had turned around. But Beca kept her gaze fixed on her cup.
"What would you know about my vocals?"
Beca laughed at her cup, and, after taking a second, she pulled her eyes up. Stacie was glaring at her with narrowed eyes, which Beca chose to ignore.
She didn't know why she was doing this, helping Stacie, or trying to anyway.
But she couldn't stop.
Not when she knew how to fix it.
"I only know what I hear around here, around the house," she said with a shrug. "I don't know your vocals, professionally, because I haven't heard it. I assume it's expansive, your vocal range, that is. I assume you have, like, a five octave range."
"It is! I think."
Beca shrugged again.
"I guess we'll never know," she sighed, picking up her mug and taking it to her room. She was halfway down the hall when she heard Stacie call her back.
"Wait, Beca?"
Beca swung her head back out into the kitchen and saw that Stacie was sitting on the edge of the couch, head thrown back, not even looking in the direction that Beca went.
"What would you pick?"
"For you?" she asked, and she heard Stacie groan.
"Obviously," she strained. "Usually I'm so good at reading Aubrey, at figuring out what she needs-"
"Gross, stop," Beca laughed. She stepped back into the kitchen tentatively.
"You seriously want my opinion?"
"Well, it seems like you have one, so," Stacie sighed, turning to finally meet her eyes. They were wide, and pleading.
But they were also over the bs.
"Just, say it."
"I'd make you sing Total Eclipse of the Heart."
"No shit?" Stacie laughed, her tough expression breaking as it crinkled into a smile.
"No shit," Beca replied with a laugh of her own.
"Why?"
"Because you could dominate it, dude," Beca explained. "You could do whatever you wanted with the melody. You could force the high notes, or run on the lows. It's known enough for you to get the votes, but you could have your fun. You could really make it your own, if you wanted."
Beca sipped her tea, eyes fixed out the window. A PA almost dropped the keyboard, and she flinched.
Stacie would want her to explain further, or she wouldn't. It wasn't up to Beca to drive the situation after all they'd been though.
Sure, Stacie had no reason to trust Beca, and yet the smaller brunette felt that, for some reason, she would. There was something about Stacie that was so talented at sussing out the legitimate from the illegitimate, and she knew Beca was right this time.
"Okay," Stacie said softly. "Show me."
"Here? They're busy, in the pool house. I can grab my equipment, or-"
"There's a piano upstairs," Stacie said. She stood from the couch and started towards the stairs.
"Wait, what?" Beca laughed. "Really?"
"Have you never been upstairs? There are two whole-ass other floors up there."
"No," Beca said with a gentle laugh. "I, uh, I never had a reason."
Stacie rolled her eyes and reached out to the smaller brunette.
"You're so dumb," she groaned. "C'mon, it's on the second floor."
Beca and Stacie found the right key for the Bonnie Tyler song, after a few tries. And they found the limits of Stacie's range, finally, but it did take a minute, and the help of a few passers-by. Emily and Katherine being the most helpful on their way downstairs.
The second floor opened up to a small seating area, with a piano against the inside curve of the house, by the stairs. Stacie said Emily and Katherine had their room at the end of the hall, and the one right next to them had been Flo's until recently. Ashley had been upstairs in the other double with Jessica, but when the Guatemalan left, Ash had moved down a floor, into Flo's old room.
That one had a view of the backyard, like Amy's and Stacie's rooms on the second floor.
But only Stacie and Amy had access to the shared balcony that could be seen from the pool.
("Gotta be in the action, shortstack. I'm the life of the party."
"I just wanted to watch people get nasty in the pool."
"Seriously, guys? Really?")
Jessica, CR, and Chloe were up on the third floor, along with Lilly, until yesterday, Stacie told her.
Beca didn't realize how much she didn't think about where the other women slept. It felt unnatural to walk up the stairs, to find a full seating area and piano that most of the women just walked past every morning.
Beca was still playing the piano for Stacie when she heard someone coming down from the third floor. It was still early, and Jessica was already downstairs, so Beca figured the most likely culprit would be the one she dreaded the most.
"Stac! You sound phenomenal! Did you learn how to play- oh," Chloe started, then stopped when she saw Beca at the piano. The brunette stopped playing, cutting the chord short, and Stacie faltered.
"Chlo," she said softly.
The redhead just shook her head as she continued down to the first floor.
Stacie shot Beca a sympathetic look, whispering a quick "thank you" before following her friend.
Beca didn't know what she should do. Awkwardly, she stood from behind the piano and moved to go downstairs herself.
But what if she ran into Stacie and Chloe?
She didn't want to hear that conversation, and she definitely didn't want to be part of it.
So Beca waited.
She paced the length of the second floor common areas, biding her time. She found a bathroom, and some french doors that led out to fake balconies at the front of the house. The second floor was probably as large as the first floor, if not larger, but it was all bedrooms. She figured the third floor was the same.
She stopped herself from going up the second flight, from snooping up there. It still didn't feel right to just wander up there.
She glanced at her phone and saw she only had a half hour before group rehearsal was going to start. She couldn't stall any longer, so she slowly made her way back downstairs. To her dismay, Chloe was still there, and a camera crew had come in.
They were interviewing her.
"-not my problem anymore." Beca heard her say. She stepped out onto the bottom landing of the stair and could see that Chloe had her back to her, facing the cameras. Stacie was at the table with the Junks.
"Would you forgive her, if she apologized?" the PA next to the cameraman asked.
"At this point, if Beca actually apologized, I don't know what I'd do," Chloe replied. "I don't think I could ever forgive her, no. I think she needs to grow up. And besides, this competition is about singing."
Beca froze at the bottom of the stairs, watching Chloe as she spoke. She couldn't see her face, but it didn't matter.
Chloe had written her off.
Chloe had given up.
The cameraman saw Beca, and he pulled the camera off Chloe and focused it on the brunette in the background. The PA looked up and sighed.
"Damn, that's gonna be good."
Chloe turned then, and then the group at the table realized what was happening, but nobody called her back when Beca ducked her head and went down the hallway to her room.
Beca from last week would have slammed the door, falling onto the bed in a fit of self-pity and anger.
Beca from last weekend would have hidden in her room all day, rehearsals be damned.
Even if she had overheard that two days ago, Beca would have internalized it, putting all her energy into feeling bad for herself.
But something was different.
It happened when she sang Maybe This Time, but more than that, it happened when she watched herself sing the Cabaret song.
It had been late, last night, or the night before. Beca had just suffered through all of the Beca and Chloe moments for the second time when the new episode was posted.
Chloe was first, and she sang beautifully, heartbrokenly.
And Emily talked about her mom raising her as a single mom. That was heartbreaking too, when Emily sang So Big/So Small and started tearing up.
Fat Amy's cat thing was funny, but it fell a little flat. Her bit-style comedy was getting stale, and the judges tried to tell her, but she was too busy scratching the air and purring.
And then it was her, Stacie, Flo, and Lilly, and Beca saw the moment that her fears were allayed when they called her name. She went to her mark, and the band started playing, but Beca didn't start on time.
(She remembered that she lost her count.)
Beca watched her stage self take a deep, steadying breath. It was a rough start, and her voice was shaking, Beca could hear it.
But then she closed her eyes.
Not a loser anymore,
like the last time or the time before.
That had been it. She knew it then, and she knew it now, watching the playback. That was when something shifted in here, like it shifted in the song, and she saw it all plainly.
Nobody was out to get her except herself.
It was so clear to her. She thought about her mom, and her dad, and her music, and her ex. She thought about everything that she felt like happened to her - all the short straws she pulled, all the people that refused to listen to her, and to her music.
Everyone had their ideas about her, even the people that watched the show.
Even Chloe, when Beca had pushed her away.
But that hadn't stopped Beca.
No, what had stopped her, and had stood in her path since she was sixteen, that was herself.
She'd focused on the bad things, the stuff that had happened to her, but she didn't process how she felt about them. She just pitied herself. She wallowed instead of rallying. She let life get to her, let it get her down and hold her there.
Because it was easier to think she couldn't do something because someone told her she couldn't.
When really, it was just her who didn't think she could.
And then, with the start of the show, she'd met these women who wanted to help, for some reason. They pushed her, slowly but surely, made her uncomfortable just by being considerate.
They treated Beca better than she treated herself.
And she fought back, because she didn't think she deserved their kindness. Because she had trained herself into accepting less, expecting less.
It took her until now, watching back the show all the way through, to see that they weren't being nice to Beca because of some hidden agenda. They weren't planning on hurting her or embarrassing her; they saw someone in pain, someone struggling, and they tried to help.
Because Beca could see it too, as she watched the show back.
And even though she knew most of them were kind in their own right, she couldn't shake the feeling that a lot of that kindness came from Chloe.
Chloe, who, before she even knew Beca, had supported her. Because that was just what she did, just who she was.
Chloe, who comforted her and made her step outside of her spiralling thoughts.
Chloe, who had real, romantic feelings for her that she didn't believe. Couldn't believe, because she didn't think she was worth it.
Chloe, who had written her off.
Beca sucked in a deep breath as she got dressed for rehearsal. Sweats, and a tank top that she'd worn too many times at this point. She really needed to go shopping.
She'd have to ask someone.
And she would, because she was sick of letting herself get by with second-best because she thought she deserved less. She was done trying to shove her emotions down under self-immolation.
She was going to break her cycle of guilt and shame and pity.
Or, at least, she was going to try.
She was here, she was going to make the most of it.
And she was going to tell Chloe how she felt.
Group rehearsal was going about as well as could be expected. The songs were hard, and only a couple of the competitors knew how to sing a cappella, so by midday, Carl threw up his hands.
"I'm calling Posen over," he sighed, and the women groaned in protest.
"We need a backing track!" he went on, unconvinced. "It's too much. Most groups need weeks to learn how to do this, months even! You ladies can't learn this in a day, and you definitely can't learn it with the choreography too!"
"There's choreography?" Amy breathed heavily. The Australian was already winded from the singing alone.
"Like, a jazz square?"
"More like syncopated booty shaking," Chloe shot back across the room. Stacie hummed in agreement, but the rest of the women just stared.
"It's our college routine. She's doing the Bellas setlist."
"This sucks," CR spoke up. Beca saw Ashley nod, and even Jessica and Emily looked flustered. They had been at it for hours, and between the switching solos, unfamiliar songs, and background vocals, all of the women were lost.
They needed something familiar.
A song that would get them going.
"Let's take five," Carl said as he moved through the group. He motioned for Hannah the PA to follow him, and, with an eye roll, she did.
They stepped outside as he held his phone in front of him, and Beca could hear it ringing slightly as Hannah pulled the door closed.
The women moved slowly into the kitchen. They were dejected, and they had every reason to be. They weren't getting the song, and they knew they had a bunch of work in front of them.
"Chloe, did you say we're doing your old college routine?" CR asked.
Chloe nodded around the lid of her water bottle.
"Is that the recording they gave us? That's y'all singing?"
Chloe nodded again.
"From nationa-," she started, then stopped abruptly. "Regionals. Our junior year."
Amy burped loudly as she finished chugging a cotton candy Bang energy drink.
"Right, I'm going to look it up," she said, burping again. "I gotta see what I'm up against with this booty work. What were you called? Bellers?"
"No!"
The women turned to look at Chloe, who was coloring quickly.
"I'm sure we'll do something different, choreography-wise," the redhead tried, but her face was almost the same color as her hair. She shot a look at Stacie, but the leggy brunette didn't help. She looked nervous too, though.
Beca scanned the room to see that everybody else looked as confused as she did.
"Then I want to watch their mouths," Amy said slowly. "I want to know how to make that 'eyoooooo' sound."
"I'll show you!" Chloe tried, but Amy was already typing.
"Why don't you want us to watch it?" Beca asked, and Chloe shot her a nasty look.
"Because it's not important," she snapped at her. "No one needs to watch anything-"
"Found it!"
CR, Beca, Jessica, Emily, and Ashley crowded around Amy and her phone.
With a sigh, Stacie fell into a wide armchair that she pulled out of the bedroom.
The video started normally. Ten gorgeous women with bikini-ready bodies, wearing - why was Beca surprised - what looked like flight attendant outfits. Her gaze fell on Chloe instinctively.
She's up front, and singing the solo, she reasoned.
But Beca knew that was just an excuse.
She watched as Chloe passed off the microphone to Posen, and the blonde started to sing, only to be interrupted by-
"Oh shit," CR winced.
They watched as Posen projectile-vomited on the first row of spectators. It got everywhere.
Beca was disgusted, but she couldn't take her eyes off the screen. Jessica dry-heaved and stepped away as Emily made a variety of sympathetic noises.
"Gnarly," Amy whispered.
The phone was ripped out of Amy's hands, and Beca saw it was Stacie that had confiscated the device.
"She's gotten a lot better," she said, clicking the phone off as she sat back down. "She's been going to therapy, and she rarely even burps now-"
"It was a long time ago," Chloe jumped in.
"Still, she wants us to sing that?" Beca asked incredulously. "Why would she want to relive something so awful? Especially when there are better songs out there."
"You just have to question everything, don't you?" Chloe shot back.
The room was quiet for a moment, and Beca muttered out something like an apology.
"She's kind of right, Chloe," Emily said, breaking the silence. "I mean, the arrangement's so hard, and-"
"Look, she's a producer of the show, and we have to do what she says!" Chloe shouted. She paced out of the kitchen, through the back bedroom and into the bathroom, closely the door harshly behind her.
"Ginga's on the rampage," Amy said as quietly as she could manage.
There were murmurs of agreement, but Beca kept quiet.
"Should we talk to her?" Jessica asked Stacie, and Stacie sighed.
"We can try," she replied, standing and joining Jessica on the way to the bathroom.
The rest of the competitors stood in silence, drinking water or Gatorade.
Or, in Amy's case, a fresh can of Bang.
"Somebody should talk to Posen," Ashley sighed. "We can't sing that song. We'll look like idiots out there."
"I nominate Beca," Amy burped out.
"Seconded," Emily added. She shot Beca a guilty look when the shorter brunette guffawed.
"Sorry, Beca, but you're the only one that will stand up to her," the teen said.
Beca looked at all the women, and they all avoided her pleading looks.
"Guys, Posen hates me," she said helplessly. "If I tried to talk to her, she'd make us do the song twice, just to spite me."
"But you get music," CR replied. "You helped us all with our songs. You could explain to her, like, musically."
"You're a musical genius," Emily gushed.
"Stop saying that, giraffe legs," Beca spat back, and Amy gasped.
"I told you that in confidence!" she cried. "But it is true, you have giraffe legs."
Emily's mouth hung open in disbelief as the rest of the women laughed, only to be interrupted by Carl's and Hannah's return.
"Okay, so Posen said she would evaluate the situation tomorrow. Which means we have more work to do today. Are we ready to go again?" he asked, and Beca saw him do a quick head count. "We're missing some - Stacie, Chloe, and… someone else…"
Ashley told him that Jessica was missing, too, and that they were all in the bathroom. Carl asked her to go get them, which she did.
"Carl, I can't be here all afternoon," Amy lamented. "Stacie and I have a nail appointment at the mall at three."
And that was her opening to ask to go with. Beca cleared her throat and stepped forward just as Chloe and the others were coming back. Her mouth opened, but no words came out, and Amy was watching her with a curious look.
Maybe she just wouldn't go.
Get over yourself, dude!
"Can I come?" she asked Amy, and Stacie laughed.
"You need your nails done?"
"No, I, uh," she started, but trailed off. She let out a loud sigh. "I need more clothes. TV clothes."
There was only a moment of silence before half the room burst into laughter.
"What, you only bring two pairs of skinny jeans, shorty?" CR chided.
"She'll come to the next show in that oversized hoodie," Ashley joked.
"I can help you look, if you want," Emily said, which only made Stacie and Ashley laugh harder.
"Yeah, shortstack, there's a kickass airbrush kiosk," Amy added. "It's where I got this made."
It was only then that the group looked down at Amy's shirt to see it was in fact airbrushed, hot pink and purple on cool grey, with hot pink sleeves.
The tight baseball tee read "Private Dancer."
Even Beca laughed this time, and she glanced over to see that Chloe was smiling too.
"Okay, okay, ladies," Carl corralled the group. "Let's take it from the top."
They didn't get any better at singing the medley.
In fact, if she was pressed about it, Beca would say they got worse.
But at least the trip to the mall was fruitful.
The check from the show had hit her bank account. It wasn't much, but it was enough to get two pairs of jeans and a couple tops.
She was on the clock, and she still didn't feel 100% confident in picking stuff out, so she stuck with what she knew - long sleeves, and tight.
One shirt was a basic red v-neck, another was purplish. And new black jeans that fit a little better than the ones she brought, and a pair of dark blue ones. She also found a grey coat that she knew the producers would like, because she'd seen other people wear the same thing.
And more tank tops.
She'd have to ask if there was, like, laundry somewhere, though, because she didn't buy new sweats.
It was funny because, as much as Beca was happy that she was staying on the show, it had really shined a light on the fact that the brunette hadn't packed or prepared like she was going to be on for more than a couple shows.
Now, she at least somewhat understood why the other women laughed at her when she said she needed more outfits.
It was only week one. Did she think she was going to get cut this early?
Maybe.
She asked Amy about laundry on the way back to the house, but all the blonde said was that she had "someone to do that for her." That person, it turned out, was Ms. Junk, and Stacie said that the mother had only done Amy's laundry because she'd left it on the machine.
The machine that was in the basement.
Apparently there was a full other floor that Beca knew nothing about.
Unfinished, but still.
Beca planned to do a load of laundry overnight as she worked on a new mix. She tried not to let the show affect her mixes, but Chloe's Just The Way You Are solo from Hollywood week wouldn't get out of her head.
She wouldn't send it to Plaza or anything, but it was a nice way to feel close to Chloe when the redhead wouldn't talk to her.
Other than snippy retorts, anyway.
The other competitors were being nicer again, though. Probably because Beca was helping them with their songs.
Something that had somehow become common knowledge in the house over the last day.
Because, while Beca planned to do laundry overnight, she ended up being a sight-reader at the piano for a couple hours.
The competitors had less time to rehearse one-on-one with Carl this week because of the big group number, so Beca had somehow been elected in-house counsel, without her knowledge.
They were desperate, they said, so she let herself be led upstairs to the instrument.
She found a good key for Ashley on I Think We're Alone Now, then Emily showed up and wanted to run through her song, Call Me by Blondie.
And when CR and Amy came upstairs with tequila, the whole thing had gotten a little out of control.
Beca was wrapping up with Jessica (We've Got The Beat by The Go-Go's… it was a lot…) when Amy laughed loudly.
"Did you want to practice, shortstack?" she asked suddenly, and Ashley laughed too. "We're done using you for talents."
"I'm good," Beca grimaced. "I haven't tried to play and sing this one, and I'm not sure-"
"Here, take a shot," CR insisted, and Beca obliged. The tequila went straight to her head - as had the other drinks the women had insisted upon - and Beca was suddenly happy to try to play her song.
She pulled up some sheet music, not sure if it would help. If anything, she could just read the guitar chords and play along.
She blasted out a few intro chords and started to sing.
Midnight, gettin' uptight, where are you?
You said you'd meet me, now it's quarter to two.
I know I'm hanging, but I'm still wanting you.
Hey Jack, it's a fact, they're talkin' in town.
I turn my back, and you're messin' around.
I'm not getting jealous; don't like lookin' like a clown.
Beca sloppily pounded out a few punctuated chords, and Amy cheered. Emily started clapping along, and Jessica and Ashley added little background harmonies.
But out of the corner of her eye, she saw someone coming up the stairs.
She didn't stop though.
I think of you every night and day.
You took my heart, and you took my pride away.
I hate myself for loving you.
Can't break free from the things that you do.
I wanna walk, but I run back to you,
that's why I hate myself for loving you.
She ran her hand down the keys before her fingers found the chords again, and the group behind her cheered.
This was fun.
Really fun.
She'd never really had a group of music friends before, and now, she did, to sing and play with.
It was cool to be around people like her.
Even if they were nerds.
She finished her interlude and started singing again.
Daylight, spent the night without you,
but I've been dreamin' 'bout the lovin' you do.
I'm over being angry 'bout the hell you put me through-
hey man, bet you can't treat me right.
You just don't know what you was missin' last night.
I wanna see you beggin', say, "Forget it" just for spite.
Dimly, Beca became aware that the women behind her were quieter. She pushed on, powered by the sheer inertia of alcohol and Joan Jett.
I think of you every night and day.
You took my heart, and you took my pride away.
I hate myself for loving you -
can't break free from the things that you do.
"Seriously?" a voice cut through, and Beca stopped playing with a start.
She turned slowly, knowing what she would see and yet hoping that her drunk mind was playing tricks on her. Alas, it wasn't, as she turned to find Chloe fuming at her with Stacie just behind her.
"You think that I did this to you?" the redhead snarled. "That this is my fault?"
"No!" Beca replied. "I just- I can't stop. Thinking about you, I can't stop thinking about you. I just keep coming back to- to you. And I kinda hate it, because-"
But Chloe didn't wait around to hear what Beca's explanation was. The redhead ran, bolting up the second flight of stairs to the third floor.
Beca dropped her head into her hands and yelled loudly.
"Were you really going to try to win her back with that?" Amy laughed.
"Shut up," Beca groaned into her hands.
"No, really," CR pressed. "Because that song is about lustin', not lovin'."
"I said shut up!"
"... For what it's worth, you sounded really good."
"Emily, I swear to god."
Whewwww week 3 of the show, and we're getting to the Bellas now. Song list: I Hate Myself For Loving You by Joan Jett and the Blackhearts, We Got The Beat by The Go-Go's, We Belong by Pat Benatar, Nasty by Janet Jackson, Total Eclipse of the Heart by Bonnie Tyler, Call Me by Blondie, Angel of the Morning by Juice Newton. And then, of course, the Regional Medley - Ace of Bass, I Saw The Sign; The Bangles, Eternal Flame; and Vickie Sue Robinson, Turn The Beat Around. I think the only one I haven't revealed yet for 80s week is Chloe's.
Also, if you can't tell, I've (basically) entered the wish-fulfillment section of song selection. There will be a few other notable ones from different parts of the internet, but at this point I'm basically manifesting.
Anyway, hope you had fun reading!