"Hey, sorry I'm late guys." Beca says, entering the small mixing studio that she and Khalil owned, named BKZ respectively.

"It's all good." Khalil looks up from his laptop. "I was gonna call you." Their writing partner and, in someways, manager, Zeke Gilles smiles before noticing hurt in Beca's eyes, "What happened?"

"She left a message." Beca sets her stuff on her desk. "No." Khalil says as he and Zeke scoots to her desk.

"Yeah. She and 'Chicago' hope to see me at the Bella's reunion." Beca rolls her eyes. "You gonna go?" Zeke asks. "I don't know. I mean, everyone is with someone or is pretty successful. I wanna go, but I am scared that I won't be bad ass to them anymore." Beca looked at her hands as Khalil got up and brought her a water bottle.

"You are Beca Mitchell! A four time Grammy winner, LA Stage Ovation Award winner and front-runner to winning the job of Truly Scrumptious in the Chitty Chitty Bang Bang remake! I don't see why you're scared." Zeke exclaims.

"Things are different now Zeke." Beca put her head down. The two men looked at each other. They knew how to cheer her up.

"I'd like to propose a toast." Khalil says pretending to be drunk, Here's to the ladies who lunch, everybody laugh.
Lounging in their caftans and planning a brunch on their own behalf."

Beca looked up as Zeke started: "Off to the gym, then to a fitting, claiming they're fat. And looking grim,"

"'Cause they've been sitting, choosing a hat." "Does anyone still wear a hat?"

Khalil looked over, "Bro I do." Zeke froze before standing, "I'll drink to that." "Hell yeah brother." Khalil says before they began to sing:

And here's to the girls who play smart
Aren't they a gas?
Rushing to their classes
In optical art,
Wishing it would pass.
Another long exhausting day,
Another thousand dollars,
A matinee, a Pinter play,
Perhaps a piece of Mahler's.
I'll drink to that.

"And one for Mahler!" Khalil yells.

Beca rolls her eyes before singing:

And here's to the girls who just watch, aren't they the best?
When they get depressed, it's a bottle of Scotch,
Plus a little jest.
Another chance to disapprove, another brilliant zinger,
Another reason not to move, another vodka stinger.
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh!
I'll drink to that.

She stood on the desk as Khalil pulled out a trumpet and Zeke played on the piano.

So here's to the girls on the go
Everybody tries.
Look into their eyes,
And you'll see what they know:
Everybody dies.
A toast to that invincible bunch,
The dinosaurs surviving the crunch.
Let's hear it for the ladies who lunch
Everybody rise!
Rise!
Rise! Rise! Rise! Rise! Rise! Rise! Rise!
Rise!

They all laughed as they fell into the bean bags in the corner of the office.

"Okay, I'll go, but on one condition. Lil, you have to come with me and pretend that you are my boyfriend." She said. "I can't do that." Khalil shook his head.

"The world thinks you two are together anyways. Might as well go for it." Zeke shrugs.

"Fine, but you owe me." "Deal."