Author's Note/Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Pitch Perfect or Pitch Perfect 2 characters, locations, or event references. Nor am I owner to any of the real life references used. I am just a writer who had an idea for the Becommissar ship and I wish to share it with the world.

Hey guys! Thanks for all the feedback! I'm back with another chapter, again not 100% the way I wanted, but I'm okay with how it turned out. I apologize for any and all grammatical errors that you may come across. Enjoy!


Two Years Later: Los Angeles, Friday

Beca jumped up as her alarm blared throughout the room, "6:00 A.M." tauntingly blinking at her. Groaning, Beca fell forward into her pillow, her hair flaring around her as she tried to ignore the wake up call.

"Beca, shut your damn alarm off. Some of us would like to sleep more..."

Beca opened her eyes, grumbled in response as she stretched her arm out, slamming her alarm off. Stretching out, Beca kicked the covers off, scratching her head as she walked into her bathroom. Fifteen minutes later, with her face moisturized, hair done, and teeth brushed, Beca walked out, carefully avoiding Fat Amy as she went about changing into her work clothes. Beca nudged Amy as she added the finishing touches to her outfit, the larger girl groaning in protest.

"Hey sleepy-head, get your ass in the bed if you really want to sleep some more. I still don't understand why you won't sleep in your own damn room."

Fat Amy snored loudly in response, spreading out fully on the floor just to annoy her roommate. Sighing, Beca nudged Amy again as a sort of goodbye, knowing the girl would get up soon enough just to snuggle into her comforter.

"Good morning, Beca!" exclaimed Chloe, greeting Beca as she walked into the kitchen.

"Morning, Chlo. Today's your day off, right?"

Chloe nodded, passing Beca her usual tea in the morning before sipping out her own cup.

"Yep. Decided to take the day off with Amy, gonna get some cleaning done in the living room and study. Probably going to call Aubrey as well. Did you know she's thinking about moving to New York?"

Beca finished the last of her tea, placing the cup in the sink.

"Really? Maybe she'll run into Jesse or something."

Chloe followed Beca as she made her way to the front door of the house, slipping her shoes on.

"How are things with Jesse?" asked Chloe, curious about her friend's love life.

Beca shrugged, adjusting her shoes, "They're the same. The distance is still a bit hard to deal with, but we're making due."

Chole frowned, but didn't pushed any further, nodding a goodbye to Beca as she left for the day. Heading to her car, Beca released a sigh as she got in, common thoughts invading her mind. True, she and Jesse were still dating, but with how things were now, she wasn't sure if they were really "boyfriend-girlfriend" anymore. When Beca moved to LA, her father willing to pay for the first five months of her rent, Jesse moved to New York after getting accepted into NYU's Graduate Film Program. The two promised to try and make it work and for a while, they were successful at it, keeping in touch with one another as often as they could.

As time wore on though, with Beca landing a job at Capitol Records and Jesse's classes increasing in workload, the two started calling each other less and less, eventually reaching the point at which they would only text one another when the other would remember to. Beca wouldn't say they weren't on good terms since they still told each other any good (or bad) news they got, confiding in one another when needed. But it was obvious the romantic spark they once had for one another was dwindling.

Shaking her head, Beca drove off, driving head first into the morning rush-hour, thankful her home was only twenty minutes from Capitol Tower. As much as she loved Chloe for always being a good friend, she hated it whenever she brought up Jesse. Every time she did, this whole internal comparison would occur, frustrating Beca. Forty-five minutes later, thanks to an accident a few miles down the road, Beca pulled into Capitol Records trying to banish the thoughts she had before. She had a blooming career to focus on, romance could wait.

Head held high, Beca greeted Jim and Alice at the front desk, walking straight into the elevator, selecting the seventh floor. In a matter of seconds, Beca stepped out greeting co-workers as she made her way towards the editing studio in the back, pausing only when she noticed her friend Alex, who was back from vacation. Laughing as the story was wrapped up, Beca entered the studio, selecting the project she and her team were working, ready to start another day in her life.

At a quarter past nine, Beca and her team were listening to the first thirty seconds of the track on loop, not completely satisfied with how the cymbals and drums were coming out over the vocals.

Beca frowned in thought, examining the piece again.

"Try lowering the drums' amplitude and add a fade to the cymbals at the fourth measure. If that doesn't work, let's try-"

"Excuse me?"

Beca paused in mid-sentence, everyone in the studio looking at the assistant peeking in from the door. Sam, the studio manager, adjusted in his seat.

"Yes?"

The assistant bowed her head in apology.

"Sorry to interrupt, Sam, but Mr. Barnett would like to see Ms. Mitchell in his office."

Beca, startled, quickly looked at her superior in confusion. The older man shrugged nonchalantly.

"Alright. Beca, you better go see what the big boss wants."

Beca nodded, grabbing her stuff before rushing out of the door, following the assistant as they made their way into the elevator. As the elevator rose to the twelfth floor, Beca tried to figure out why she was being called to the CEO's office.

Oh my god, did I do something wrong? Was it because I missed the company picnic? I told Sam I had the flu...Oh no, what if it's something I said and it made it up to Mr. Barnett and now I'm getting fired. Please tell me I'm not getting fired, I'm finally doing what I love and-

"This way, Ms. Mitchell," came the assistant's voice, dragging Beca from her thoughts. Nodding, Beca followed the woman to an iced, glass door, watching as she knocked three times before entering.

"Ms. Mitchell is here, Mr. Barnett."

Beca looked inside of the room just as Mr. Barnett looked up from his paperwork, a smile spreading across his face.

"Ah, thank you, Elizabeth. Please, have a seat Ms. Mitchell," gestured the man, standing from his place behind his desk. Beca thanked the company's CEO before taking a seat, not really understanding the situation. Beca remained silent as Mr. Barnett leaned against his desk, scanning a couple more things in the folder he held before turning his attention to Beca.

"Ms. Mitchell, do you know why you're here?"

Beca held Mr. Barnett's gaze before shaking her head, spitting out a quick 'no' in response. Nodding, Mr. Barnett continued.

"Our parent company, UMG, has given us a challenge so to speak. A challenge that would test us as a company and our employees as an individual. As you and everyone else knows, we have been working hard in expanding the international division of our company and have met some resistance from UMG. However, they have given us a chance to prove ourselves."

Beca nodded in understanding, prompting Mr. Barnett to continue.

"This 'challenge' or project they've given us is a simple project that could've been easily handled by their Santa Monica Branch or event their Motown branch, but they gave it to us, knowing that this project is well outside of our comfort zone."

Mr. Barnett paused, opening the folder in his hand again, flipping to a certain page before handing it to Beca.

"Sir?"

"Go on, take it. It's alright, I'll explain."

Beca nodded again, turning to the policies and proposals in front of her.

Mr. Barnett adjusted his position against his desk as he continued.

"UMG wants us to send one of our own to Electrola, one of their German subsidiary labels, to produce an album. As such, this is a make or break deal, Ms. Mitchell. If we send one of our and successfully produce this album, then UMG is willing to provide us with the necessary resources to start a Capitol Records Germany in addition to expanding our UK branch. If not, UMG may fully absorb the company or layoff employees and will hand this project off to Deke Sharon."

Beca looked up from the paperwork at that name, surprised.

"Deke Sharon? Are you implying the featured artist for this album is an acapella group?"

Mr. Barnett nodded, reaching over to the folder and flipping a couple pages before pointing at the group's name in bold. Beca froze as she read the name.

"Das Sound Machine?" she squeaked, blushing as a certain nickname ran through her mind.

Mr. Barnett nodded again, adjusting his glasses.

"Yes, Das Sound Machine have apparently been together for five years, professionally, and Electrola wants to commemorate the occasion by producing an album for them and the fans. Apparently, they were okay with hiring their own producers, but UMG saw this as a chance to 'establish' a direct link between their American and German companies. I don't fully understand the details, but what they say goes."

Mr. Barnett let out a dry laugh as he stood up, Beca following his movements.

"I had approached Sam in regards to sending him as our representative, but the moment he found out it was an acapella group he'd be producing, he immediately mentioned you. He spoke highly of your mixing and arrangements skills, but emphasized the fact that you were in an acapella group yourself back in college.

Beca nodded, slightly embarrassed to hear her supervisor had spoken so highly of her.

"He played some of your demos and showed me one of your...Barden Bellas, I think...well one of your acapella performances. After seeing and hearing everything, I can understand why Sam was pushing you to be our representative.

Beca blinked a couple of times, not sure if she heard Mr. Barnett correctly.

"Wha-what?"

Mr. Barnett chuckled.

"We would like you to be our representative for the project, Ms. Mitchell."

Beca sat there in disbelief, running the gears in her head to check if she understood his statement correctly.

"You want me, to produce an album, for an internationally acclaimed acapella group, in Germany, that could make or break this company?"

Mr. Barnett laughed at the staccato way Beca phrased her question.

"It sounds terrifying when you say it that way, Ms. Mitchell, but basically, yes. I can see you weren't expecting that when you walked in, but I did confide in Sam about this and he made some valid points. Sure, you may be an assistant producer who has been with the company for about a year, but out of nearly all of our producers and arrangers, you're the only one who has any experience with acapella. There's a request for at least three new arrangements and Sam truly believes you'd be the best choice for this."

Mr. Barnett smiled kindly to Beca, the latter standing up as well when she noticed him heading for the door.

"I know it's a lot to take in right now, Ms. Mitchell, but I do hope you take in consideration what a job like this could do not only for the company but for yourself as well. An offer like this doesn't come by an employee of your level everyday."

Once outside of the office, Mr. Barnett called Elizabeth over, informing her to tell Sam that Ms. Mitchell would have the rest of the day off to think about the proposed project. As Elizabeth went to make the phone call, Mr. Barnett escorted Beca to the elevator, closing their conversation as they went.

"Take the rest of the day off, Ms. Mitchell. Think about the project offer, go over the details, and let me know what you think when you come in Monday. Electrola would like to start production on the 23rd of October, so you have a couple of months to fully prepare yourself if you decide to take the job, but they would like to know if the project is a go by next week."

Beca nodded, shaking Mr. Barnett's hand as she rapidly thanked him for considering her for the job. Upon exiting the tower, Beca let out a huge breath, her body shaking in excitement. Smiling as she drove home, Beca happily tapped against the steering wheel.

They want me to produce an album! A full album that would be accredited to me! Who cares if it's a foreign label, it'll just get my name out there, literally! And it's acapella-oh...

Beca huffed as she remembered which acapella group she'd be working with, not entirely sure how she felt about. Biting her bottom lip, Beca drove in silence for the next few minutes, knowing there'd be some major discussing going on when she got home. Beca didn't even bat an eye when she saw Chloe and Amy's cars in the driveway, her dashboard clock telling her she was only at work for about four hours. Clutching the folder Barnett gave her, Beca walked straight into their house, Chloe and Amy peeking out from the study they must've been cleaning.

"Beca," came Chloe's voice, she and Amy walking out of the study room, "what are you doing home so early? It's not even noon yet."

Beca paused to take her shoes off, beelining to the living room couch, her friends following her.

"They gave me the rest of the day off," she breathed, plopping down on the couch.

Amy took the loveseat to the right of the couch, while Chloe sat on the floor space between the coffee table and loveseat. The two looked at Beca, waiting for her to continue. Sighing, Beca handed Chloe the folder before resting her arms over her eyes.

"They offered me a job. An amazing one at that. It could really launch my career as a music arranger and as a producer. Though, it is out of country.

Chloe and Amy asked where, the former not even looking up from the forms in her hands. Beca responded in kind, explaining about the whole UMG make or break deal with the company and how the album could open a new international branch for Capitol Records if successful. Before Beca could go any further, Chloe gasped before diverting a shocked and slightly disgusted look to Beca.

"Das Sound Machine?! That's who you'd be producing an album for?!"

Beca and Amy slightly winced at Red's tone, both of them trying to calm her before things got too out of hand. After ten minutes of coaxing and a hour of elaborate comparisons between the pros and cons of taking or rejecting the job, the girls found themselves staring at the the ceiling in thought. Chloe spoke up first, breaking the silence.

"I'm not particularly happy with the idea we're sending a Bella to face Das Sound Machine on her own for nearly a year, but honestly, I think you should take the job."

Beca sat up, looking at her friend.

"Really?" she questioned, a little shocked by her answer.

Chloe sat up as well, shrugging slightly.

"Like I said, I don't like the fact it'll be DSM you'll be working with, but your supervisor and CEO have a point. Offers like this don't come by easily. If this will help your career and lead you to live the life you've always wanted, then why wouldn't you take this job?"

Fat Amy sat up at that moment, turning to face her friends.

"I'm with Red on this one. I mean, they're like feeding you a chance to make it big. Who cares if it's those sauerkrauts you got to deal with. I can teach you all the moves I know and every insult I've got in the book."

Beca grinned at her friend as Chloe gave her a strained look.

"Thanks, Amy, but I think I can handle it."

Smiling, Beca thanked her friends, glad that they were supportive of the job being offered, even if they didn't like DSM too much. Beca swung her legs off the couch, grabbed the folder from the table, and stood up.

"Now, if you'll excuse me, I still have to ask one more person to talk to on this matter."

Chloe and Amy hollered after her, "Tell Jesse we say, 'HI!' "

Closing her bedroom door behind her, Beca leaned against it with a sigh. She wasn't looking forward to this talk with Jesse, already knowing some of the questions he'd be asking. Ignoring the fact her bed was still a mess, thanks to Amy no doubt, Beca sat on its edge, dialing Jesse's number as she looked at the folder in her hand.

He's not going to like this...

"Hey, Beca," came Jesse's voice from the ear piece, jolting Beca from her thoughts.

"Hey, Jesse. How you been? Look, there's something I need to ask you..."


So what do you guys think? All the record labels mentioned are legit labels that I researched, just to make Beca's situation a little more believable. I hope it was convincing. I'm sorry there's not more Kommissar in here, but she will appear (of course). Just give it some time.

My chapters are turning out to be a little longer than expected compared to the outline I made, so adjustments are being done. As always please review! Feedback is my driving force in completing this story!

Thanks!