Beca and Khalil showed up late. "Okay," Beca pulled him aside, "You remember everyone's names?"
"That's Aubrey Posen," Khalil points, "she was the queen bitch and Aca-Nazi. That's Stacie Conrad, she has a kid and used to sleep around. Uh, that's Cynthia-Rose, Air Force Pilot." "Good, keep going." "That's Flo, immigrant who is an owner of those really good juice trucks. That's Lilly, you told me not to question what she says. That's Jessica and Ashley, they are just kinda there. And I already know Fat Amy and Emily."
Beca nods and looks around for Chloe. Khalil puts his hand on her shoulder, "She'll be here." "I hope so."
Aubrey sees them and walks over, almost shouting, "Beca Mitchell in the flesh!" "Here comes the cootie squad." Khalil joked before being smacked in the gut by the slightly shorter woman.
"Good to see you Posen." Beca said. Aubrey looked at the man, "You must be Khalil. I've heard a lot about you." "All good things I hope?" Khalil shook her hand.
"Very. I did see you in Heathers and thought that putting a high baritone as JD was risky, but loved your performance." "Thanks, I hope that 'Dead Girl Walking' wasn't too disturbing."
Aubrey laughed, "Come, I'll introduced you to the rest of the girls." The two walked off.
Beca sighed before freezing from the same five words was said just moments ago:
"Beca Mitchell in the flesh."