Her Phantom, His Juliet
Written by Starswim
Disclaimer: I don't own anything that belongs to Pitch Perfect, except my OCs and the twists of the story plot
Rating: M [Warning: swearing, underage drinking, sexual dialogue and content, and disgusting humor.]
Parings: [Pieter/OC] ; [Beca/Jesse] ; [Fat Amy/Bumper] ; [Emily/Benji]
Summary: The Bellas' reputation is down the drain all because of a stupid accident. The German tour thieves are stealing their thunder, and the Bellas want it back! What happens when they send their own teammate to spy on DSM during their victory tour? What happens when the Bellas' choreographer meets DSM'S co-captain hunk? Nothing smooth sailing about their relationship when two acapella teams have World War III.
About my main OC: Jesse's little sister, Jasmine Swanson, is nineteen years old and a sophomore at Burden University. Her hair is raven black, while her eyes are brown (Face Claim: Miranda Cosgrove). Her current favorite music styles are pop and broadway. The Phantom of the Opera is her favorite musical. Her favorite dance styles are ballet and jazz (the origin of her nickname). Her favorite subjects from school are choir, art, literature, and theater.
She used to compete in dance competitions from a young age but temporarily retired at age sixteen because of her forced focus on schoolwork. She joined the Bellas during her first year at Barden University because of her love for music, desire to make new friends, and want to keep a close eye on her older brother's girlfriend, Beca. Singing wasn't the only thing Jasmine had to do as a Bella; she also choreographed the girl's dance performances. For her career choice, she wanted to be a professional dancer but must graduate college to obtain her parents' financial support.
Chapter 1: Trouble from Down Under
Jasmine sneezed loudly against her snot-covered, crumbled tissue, wiping her runny nose before tossing it to a trashcan. She pulled out three more tissues from the Kleenex box, continuing to clean out her nose, before coughing into it.
"Have no fear, Jazz, Superman is here with chicken noodle soup and cold medicine," her older brother, Jesse, rushed into the living room, carrying a tray of soup and a grape-flavored medicine bottle.
"Eck! Liquid!" Jasmine stuck her tongue out in disgust at the medicine bottle. Her voice sounded nasally hoarse at the moment, "Why did you give me the liquid kind?"
"The pills work slower than the liquid, and I want my baby sister to be all better," Jesse cooed, filling the spoon with that nasty medicine before lowering it to her mouth. "Here comes the choo-choo."
"Ugh!" Jasmine pinched her nose before enduring the spoonful. She made weird reactions of disgust, immediately wiping her spoon with a napkin for her soup. Hopefully, the chicken broth would get rid of the horrible aftertaste. She slurped the broth, immediately regretting it. She yelped in pain, dropping her spoon into the soup bowl.
"Ooh, I forgot to tell you," Jesse cringed. "It hasn't cooled yet. I literally pulled it out from the microwave a minute ago. Sorry."
"Too little, too late, Jessie," Jasmine snapped.
"I said I was sorry!" Jesse raised his hands defensively. "Geez, you are so cranky when you're sick."
Jasmine rolled her eyes, resuming the show she was watching on TV - Dance Moms.
"Holler if you need anything," he quickly pointed at her to emphasize one thing, "nicely."
"What time is it?" Jasmine asked.
Jesse checked his watch, "Only 7:30. Relax, Jazz. The Bellas don't perform for the President live until eight."
"I still can't believe I won't be on stage with the girls!" Jasmine pouted. "This sucks!"
Jesse shrugged, "Hey, not your fault that you caught the flu a week before the show." His little sister cast him a dark look. Once again, he raised his hands. "Just saying!"
"Yeah, well, it's my fault that you're..." Jasmine paused to sneeze, wiping her nose with a Kleenex.
"Bless you."
"Thank you." After she cleaned her nose, Jazz resumed what she was saying, "You're here to take care of me. Beca would've wanted you there at DC-"
"Don't do that. Beca understood why I stayed behind, plus this saved me a couple hundred for the trip there and back. And on the plus side..." Jesse sat down on a separate couch, away from Jasmine's germs, "At least we get to watch the performance on TV - up close and personal." He grinned at her, "You can't do that from a hundred-dollar seat."
"Yipee," it came out as sarcastic, but Jazz meant it. This was a better alternative for them under these circumstances.
During the last twenty minutes, Jasmine had been watching Dance Moms with little interest before switching it to President Obama's birthday celebration. Both boring. Dance Moms was getting more predictable. Perfect Maddie was on top of the pyramid... again, Abby was playing favorites and neglecting her job as a dance teacher, and moms were getting crazier and were fighting over stupid things. The other channel showed Obama enjoying his white birthday cake with his family. Jasmine didn't care how much he liked the cake. Get on with the Bellas's performance already!
Jasmine was changing the channel constantly, getting under Jesse's skin.
"Jazz, you're going to break it!" Jesse cried.
"I want to see the Bellas!" Jasmine whined.
"We won't see them if you break the TV first. Relax."
"I wasn't..." Jazz sneezed against her tissue, continuing to talk while wiping her nose. "...there when they rehearsed the choreography."
"The Nyquil knocked you out. You were resting."
"But they-"
"I'm sure they have the changes memorized to a T. Just have a little faith. Whatever happens, it's going to be great as always."
"I do have faith..." Jasmine sneezed again. "I just don't like that I won't be out there, rehearsing and performing with them. I want them to be perfect!"
Jesse scoffed, "You're starting to sound like Aubrey."
Jasmine frowned at the mention of Aubrey. She only knew Aubrey for a year when the teen auditioned for the Bellas. Aubrey was known to be a little bossy and controlling, but she was born to be a leader, unlike Jasmine.
"Damn, I miss her," Jasmine stated.
"I heard from Beca that she loves her new job as a camp director."
"Yeah... Happy for her." The fatigue choreographer perked at the change of scenery on screen. Much to her relief, Gail and John appeared on camera, singing a familiar opening tune before making their introductions.
"Welcome back, acapella enthusiasts. My name is John Smith, and sitting to my right is the lovely Gail Abernathy-McCadden-Feinberger."
"This one is going to stick, John," Gail said to John, referring to the engagement ring on her index finger.
"Oh, you save the Jew for last," John said with a laugh.
Gail nodded in agreement.
John cleared his throat, getting back to the importance at hand, "Now, let's talk to the acapella crazies about what's about to come in the Nation's capital. Gail?"
"Glad to, John." Gail turned to the camera. "We are coming to you live in the Kennedy Center, where the Barden University Bellas are going to rock the stage."
Jasmine sneezed against the Kleenex again, blowing her nose before tossing it into the trash, "Jessie, give me a fresh tissue, would you?"
Jesse tossed the Kleenex box her way quickly, not wanting to catch germs.
The box hit Jasmine's face, causing her to open her mouth in shock. She glared at her unsuspecting brother, appreciation lost in her dark expression as she said, "Thanks a lot!"
"You're welcome," he said casually, oblivious to his sister's sickened and pained state.
"Here we are. The moment we all have been waiting for," Gail said. "The first all-female group to win three National titles in a row are now performing for President Obama's birthday."
"Wow!" John cried. "What an inspiration to all the girls who are almost too ugly to be cheerleaders!"
The camera filmed the Kennedy Center stage that Jasmine should've been standing on with her team. However, there was nothing she could do in her achy, congested state. On the bright side, at least Jasmine didn't get sick the day before the performance. The Bellas had plenty of time to readjust the choreography and the music. Jasmine wished them the best of luck, especially Fat Amy, for her performance was an important one.
The Bellas walked across the stage in silence. A spotlight wasn't shining on them yet, but that didn't stop the crowd and siblings at home from cheering.
"Whoo!" Jasmine cheered with the crowd before she sneezed against her new tissue, causing her ears to pop. Jasmine groaned. She couldn't stand this sinus pressure across her nose, her head, and inside her ears. She reclined on the couch, slurping her soup again now that she had given it time to cool down.
"Whoo!" Jesse also joined the cheering, standing up and clapping his hands as if he were there with the audience and not at the Bella house, taking care of his sick sister.
There was a moment of silence, and then the lights came on. Once the spotlight was on, so were the Bellas.
"They say you're a freak when we're having fun
Say you must be high when we're spreading love
But we're just living life, and we never stop
We got the world!"
The music got upbeat, initiating the choreography. The girls were dancing tap, shaking their hips, touching their breasts, and waving their skinny arms. Jasmine was anxiously watching their dance, counting the steps when it was unnecessary.
"We got the wo-wo-wo-wo-wo..."
The former gambler - Cynthia-Rose - began her solo with Ke$ha's song - Timber, "It's going down, I'm yelling timber! You better move. You better dance! Let's make a night you won't remember! I'll be the one you won't forget!"
(Wooooah)
"There's Beca Mitchell, the leader of the group," John introduced. The camera zoomed in on Beca, who was spinning around and smiling.
Jesse jumped from his seat, clapping and cheering for his girlfriend, "Yeah! Go Beca! WHOO! That's my girl on TV! That's my girl!" He turned to Jasmine, pointing at the TV as if she hadn't met his girlfriend.
"I'm very well aware, Je-" Jasmine sneezed again but missed the tissue. She groaned in disgust, wiping her snot-covered hand with her napkin.
"Look at these sequins and sparkles!" Gail commented on the Bellas' dark blue, glittery suits and tops. "And their feet! They just don't stop moving! Phew! I like to know their cardio workout routine."
"You may not have their feet, Gail, but you still have the flexibility of a feline," John said suggestively, wriggling his brows.
"My fiance is listening to us, John," Gail pointed out, not taking her eyes off the stage. John chuckled nervously, fiddling with his tie.
"The bigger they are, the harder they fall!" Cynthia-Rose sang, "This biggity boy's a diggity dog!"
Jasmine noticed Cynthia-Rose dancing towards the sex-crazed Stacie, who was singing back up. Cynthia moved too close to Stacey's body. Jasmine facepalmed in time to cough against her hands. Cynthia moved in the opposite direction she was supposed to.
"I have 'em like Miley Cyrus, clothes off. Twerking in their bras and thongs!"
Looking at Stacey, she didn't seem to mind or was oblivious because of the camera on her. She ran towards the other girls while smiling, away from Cynthia.
"Timber!" the girls sang together.
"Face down, booty up!"
"Timber!"
"That's the way we like to–what?"
"Timber!"
"I'm slicker than an oil spill. She says she won't, but I bet she will!"
"They say you're a freak!" Becca cried while dancing. "We got the world!"
"I got-got-got-got," the other girls sang back up.
"Yeah, we never stop! We got the world (I got-got-got-got)!"
The girls twirled their gun props while the Guatemala exchange student - Flo Fuentes - backflipped across the stage, earning the crowd's cheer and Jasmine's approval.
"Yes!" Jasmine said with relief, happy that the girl nailed that back handspring. "That's..." Jasmine coughed in her tissue, "that's what I... talking about!" She continued to cough in her napkin.
"Wow! Amazing back handspring!" Gail commented. "Wasn't it amazing, John?"
"Yeah," John agreed, "she can do that backflip right back to the fence of Mexico."
Gail narrowed her eyes at John's words once again, "I think she's Guatemalan."
John shrugged, "Like that matters."
"There's so much going on stage. I don't know where to look."
The girls continued singing while twirling their prop guns. They were making Jasmine's night a great night. She admitted she had doubts when she was pulled from the performance, and Cynthia-Rose decided to ditch the script. The girls put those fears to rest. The crowd had gone wild. The hosts were complimenting the girls, which was rare. They'd always preferred Jesse's acapella team - the Treblemakers, not Troublemakers.
The energy and surprises were just beginning. One girl was missing on stage. All had anticipated something big and magnificent from her, and they were right to think that. Jasmine sent silent prayers to this particular girl, knowing she was anxious about the possible risks of head injury.
"You're a freak!" Beca cried.
"Timber!" the other girls sang background. "I got-got-got-got"
"Yeah, we never stop (World)!"
Some of the girls dropped their gun props to join the group in a line across the stage. They all placed their hands on their hearts as if they were doing the Pledge of Allegiance.
"From sea to shining sea..."
The curtains opened, revealing the star of the show - Fat Amy, dressed in a dark blue gymnasium outfit, was sitting on the ribbon rope like a swing set, above twenty feet from the ground.
"I came in like a wrecking ball!" Fat Amy sang, kicking her feet in the air.
"Whoo!" Jasmine sat straight up from the couch, clapping for the overweight Australian blonde. "Go, Amy!" She finished with a cough.
"Wrecking ball," the other girls sang in the background.
"I never hit so hard in love (Hard in love). All I wanted was to break your walls (break your walls). All you ever did was wreck me (wreck me)."
Jasmine was relieved to see that Amy wasn't nervous. That woman smiled as if she loved heights, though that was far from the truth. Fat Amy was heeding Jazz's number one advice - Don't look down.
"Oh, look. Surprise!" Gail exclaimed.
"An overweight girl dangling from the ceiling," John announced. "Whoever had that dream?"
"Lots of us!"
"Wow. You're making an acrobat out of Fat Amy, Jazz?" Jesse asked with a skeptical expression.
"Yeah," Jasmine admitted before she sneezed. He quickly used a pillow to shield his face from the germs. "It's different - unique. If this works out well, I might ask Amy to do this for your birthday," she said with a teasing smirk.
Jesse stared ahead, grimacing at the mental image, "I'll pass."
As Fat Amy was performing the tricks, the other girls were spinning ribbons, and Flo performed more back handsprings. It did have a Cirque Du Soleil feel to it.
"I came in like a wrecking ball!" Fat Amy sang, leaning her body back, no longer holding the ribbon. "Yeah, I just closed my eyes and swung! (End of the night, it's going down) Left me crouching in a blaze and fall (You won't remember) All you ever did was wreck me (End of the night, it's going down) (They say you're a freak) Yeah, you wreck me!"
Fat Amy was climbing on the rope, about to do a few acrobatics tricks Jasmine taught her, but her foot got caught in a large ribbon Chloe was pulling. Next thing everyone knew, Fat Amy had done number seventeen... the spread eagle!
The crowd, the viewers, and the Bellas gasped in horror. Fat Amy's suit split wide open for everyone to see. Most in the audience were laughing. Parents were covering their children's eyes. Some had the audacity to film the viral failure. Stacie was the only one oblivious to the situation for continuing to spin and move her ribbons in circles artistically.
Jasmine dropped her tissue box and jaw, "Oh my God!"
"Wow, Jazz," Jesse grumbled. "I didn't expect you to be this risque with the choreography."
"I didn't teach her that!" Jasmine exclaimed.
Jesse squinted his eyes at the TV, "Is she we-"
"She has no underwear on," John stated, answering Jesse's unfinished question. Gail's face was priceless. Her mouth was wide enough to catch flies. President Obama and his wife weren't too pleased with this display either. Jasmine would've laughed if this was another acapella team performing for the President, like the Trebles. That wasn't the case. The Bellas were in hot water of embarrassment. Jasmine never thought to be thankful for catching the flu that prevented her from performing on stage in the first place. She couldn't imagine what was going through girls' minds right now, especially when they were the ones on National TV, not her.
"We have a commando situation! There's a commando on stage!" John announced.
"Holy shit!" Jesse cried in shock.
"Somebody close the damn curtains!" Jasmine screamed at the TV. The crew was having trouble completing that task. All they could accomplish was bringing the huge American flag down in the background. What else can go wrong?
"She's turning!" Jesse observed with widened eyes, pointing at the screen.
"No!" Jasmine shook her head, grabbing her pillow to conceal her face.
Jesse leaped off the couch and pulled his sister back against the cushions, placing a hand over his sister's eyes, "Don't look, Jazz!"
"I don't look?!" Jasmine asked in disbelief, craning her neck to face him, "Was I born with a penis, Jesse?!"
"Brace yourselves!" John warned the audience.
"Advert your eyes, or take it all in! Make a choice!" The siblings could hear Fat Amy's warning in the background. The trained staff who were supposed to expect the unexpected at the Kennedy Center never thought to blur out somebody's vagina on TV.
"Not the front!" Gail begged. "Nobody wants to see the front!"
"Oh no!" John widened his eyes, leaning back against his seat.
"No!" The siblings cried. Looking away wasn't an option anymore for the siblings. The damage was done. The entire world reacted to Fat Amy's exposed frontal region. Most of the audience looked away, expressing horror and disgust.
The siblings screamed and clung onto each other for dear life. Seeing Fat Amy's hairy down under was much worse than seeing a scary movie. No amount of therapy could erase the image from their brains. The universe won't allow them to forget this moment. This shall haunt them for the rest of their lives.