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"It's official Bellas," Aubrey began, they had been practising songs from 7am to 9am, and finally Aubrey had stopped.
"You have discovered your sound."
This, Beca thought, was a lie.
Sure, the others may be in perfect harmony and may be happy, but Beca was only acting. Singing along and putting on a smile was easy, if only persuading the mind was so simple.
"I declare, you may all go back to Barden. And good luck at Worlds." Aubrey spoke, and immediately the Bellas started cheering, before running up to Aubrey, and enveloping her in giant hugs.
Beca, joined in, with another fake smile.
Aubrey then pulled the keys out of her pocket and gave them to Fat Amy, who looked shocked.
"You had them in your pocket the whole time?! We were stuck in a tent and you had the keys?!" Fat Amy exclaimed.
"Well, now you have them." Aubrey smirked.
"Now go on Bellas! And remember, you have a proud legacy of Bellas supporting you." Aubrey announced proudly, waving the Bellas off as they began to enter the mini-bus.
The Bellas piled in, each sitting in the same seats they were in on the way there.
Beca immediately plugged in her laptop, and began listening to different tracks, waiting for inspiration to strike, while simultaneously ensuring that no-one disturbed her.
Everyone knew that when Beca was mixing, or trying to think of a mix, no-one was to disturb her.
So no-one did.
Chloe would occasionally look at Beca, curious, and Emily would occasionally sneak looks at Beca too, however no-one noticed.
The other Bellas, however, kept choosing songs that the rest would all sing.
It was like a test, to see how many styles they could sing.
When Beca was sure that no-one was watching due to how caught up in song they were, Beca closed her eyes for a few seconds, letting her exhaustion take over.
Even though she had opened up about the nightmares, none of the Bellas knew the extent of Beca's exhaustion.
Fat Amy had her suspicions, being her roommate and all, but aside from that no-one knew.
Even though she had only meant to close her eyes for a few seconds, just to give her eyes a rest from the computer, the track she had been testing was a slow melody, that acted almost like a lullaby, as she rapidly fell asleep.
They had just finished singing, as Stacie let out a quiet, soft chuckle.
Narrowing her eyes, Chloe asked, "What is it?"
In response, Stacie motioned to Beca's sleeping form.
The brunette's head was lolled to the side, resting against the window, her hands limp on her computer's keyboard.
Chloe got up, gently lifting the laptop off of Beca's lap alongside the headphones, and replacing it with a blanket, they had bought an extra just in case.
As Chloe sat back down, she glanced at what was on the laptop, only to find a list of tracks.
Chloe saddened slightly, as she realised that Beca was still struggling to create mixes or anything for there set.
She was suddenly startled, as Fat Amy began singing, 'All About That Bass', by Meghan Trainor. The rest of the group instantly began harmonising,
Chloe sighed, and closed the laptop before putting on the floor and singing alongside the group.
Author's note- Hi, thank you everyone for reading. This is officially the first chapter of the sequel! I have been writing nearly all day and have gotten to around chapter 7 written, I will continue to write and upload daily. This story is a bit slower than An Alternate Version of the Retreat and the chapters are longer, but please bear with me. Due to the requests for longer chapters, here they are. Also I have no idea how long this story will be. Again, thank you for reading. Please, review, favourite and follow :)