Chapter 8: Show Off
Disclaimer: read chapter 1
(Jazz's POV)
We followed the note's instructions and arrived a very nice mansion. Whoever this person was, he's bound to be rich. Here we were, standing before a massive cream-colored door with a marble knocker. Beca made the first move by knocking.
It didn't take long for somebody to respond. The slot below the knocker opened. I squatted down to see the person's face, instead I saw his purple/blue clothing with a musical note bling around his neck.
"Password?" a nasally man asked behind the door.
Beca leaned forward, confused, "Fart noise?"
"Did you not see the parentheses?" he asked.
Beca realized what she had to do. She took her arm, pressed it against her mouth, and blew it, causing it to make a fart noise.
Satisfied, the slot door closed and the door opened, revealing the owner of the house. He was middle aged, dark beard but bald, dressed in a blue-purple robe, riding on a scooter.
"Bellas!" He greeted happily but nasally, "so glad y'all came! Come on in!" He scooted away, letting the girls follow him inside. We all looked at each other, debating whether to go in or not. A lonely man (twice our age) alone in a big house but a scooter, inviting young girls like ourselves inside his home, not sure what he's planning - that's shady, right there. Against our better instincts, we walked inside. If anything were to happen, I would allow Fat Amy to jump on him.
I was amazed once we stepped inside the house, it was beautiful and big. This man had to be rich.
We followed him to the kitchen in front of his granite cabinet. The man was right behind it, smiling cheerfully at us.
"So... where's the party?" I asked, realizing that there's no people or no music.
"Standing before you, ladies..." the nasal man began, "happens to be... the world's BIGGEST acapella fan!" He chuckled showing off his crooked teeth. I couldn't help but shudder as the others chuckled with him but nervously. This was shady. Shady!
"We found you," Beca replied.
"You found me!"
"So... um... what can we do for you?"
"Well, last week, when I was having a tinkle, it dawned on me - DO NOT DO THAT!" I jumped at the guy's sudden yell. Was he yelling at me? No. His eyes were at the far left. I was in the right, standing by Beca and Lily. The guy was angry at the fat blonde - Amy, because her hands was on his marble goose. A marble goose in a golden kitchen - how random!
"Sorry," Fat Amy mumbled her apology, setting the goose back on the cabinet.
"That was rude," he scolded her, "You cannot come into a gentleman's house, and touch his goose!"
There was that awkward silence.
"So are we early or what?" I asked, breaking the quietness.
"Actually. You're late," The host replied, moving away from the cabinet and into another room, "Come on - let's go!"
We followed right behind him.
"How are we late?" Chloe asked, "There's no music!"
He chuckled, "Chloe, my party is taken place downstairs!" He hopped off the scooter and head down the steps, "Come on! Come on!"
"Okay! How do you know her name?" I demanded, feeling slightly paranoid. This man was creeping the shit out of me!
"Oh, I know all of you, Jazz! If we hurry, we might enjoy Jello shots!"
Jello shots?! Jazz?! The way he called me that sent me chills. And how did he know that I liked Jello shots?!
"Uh, she's underage," Beca explained.
"So?!" Fat Amy and the host asked at the same time. I have to agree with them, Beca. Don't be so hypocritical, you must've enjoyed a jello shot in her freshman year, right?
On the other hand, I rather not enjoy them with that bald guy. Was it too late to turn back and watch a rerun of Dance Moms? We slowly walked down the narrow steps, until we spotted a dark red curtain. Oh please, Lord! Don't let there be a sex dungeon behind that curtain! Let's not make this to be like Fifty Shades, where we were held captive of a rich man's cable ties and ball gags! The curtains may have not been opened yet, but this shady host had rapist branded all over him by the way he was looking at us with his cheesy smile.
"This is the big time," he stated, before he turned and opened the curtains. We all gasped.
It's a red room!
However, no sex toys were involved, only people, bars, music. This was a normal party. Although, it's funny how we didn't hear music, until the host opened the curtains then took off with another scooter.
"Phew," I exhaled softly, relieved that I won't have my face on a milk carton.
We all walked through the curtain to take in our surroundings. There's people older, some young - all dressed a lot formal than us. The host should've been more specific with dress code. I scanned across the crowd and recognized an acapella group dressed in white jackets with a T sewed on it. I knew one of them that fancied Fat Amy, and he used to be on my brother's team. Never thought I would see him in another team. Last thing I heard from him was that he was John Mayer's personal assistant. I tapped her shoulder, gaining her attention.
"Guess who's here?" I pointed at the obnoxious boy talking with his older teammates, one of them was black with a huge afro! What was this the 70s?
"Bumper?" she asked, surprised to her lover there.
"Yeah. Why don't you go say hi?"
"Why should I care if he's there?"
"Because we all know you two are hitting it off in bed."
That comment left Fat Amy quiet for a moment.
"Good point. Be right back," Fat Amy strutted her way towards him, taking a jello shot from a waiter's tray. I watched her push the afro man a side and faced Bumper, next thing she slapped him in the ass. I immediately looked away, knowing that things were escalating very quick.
I continued to scan the room, til I heard a gasp coming from Chloe. Before I could ask her what's wrong, she quickly responded.
"Das Sound Machine - two o'clock!"
I widened my eyes to see two very familiar people walking towards us with shots in their hands. Shit! Not them again! Not him again. Luckily, I wasn't in the front, so that gave me a golden opportunity to do one thing... escape! I don't want to see Pieter! I don't want to talk to that bastard again. I don't want to hear him scold me for that water incident from that last meeting. I quickly ducked down and sped towards the bar, blending in with women in dresses and 7 inch heels.
I tapped on the bar counter to gain attention from that cute bartender.
"What can I get you, beautiful?"
I nodded, "Yeah. Two Jello shots, please!"
He narrowed his eyes at me in suspicion. I know that look. He's going to question my age.
~000~000~000~
(Pieter's POV)
We arrived at the tacky dressed reicher Mann's party. I was standing by Kommissar, enjoying a vodka shot, while ignoring Kommissar's long talk about how we're going to crush the Bellas at the World's. No doubt that the Bellas will be invited here to this partei as well. After all, the American girls did win the Nationals three times in row from luck and looks - not talent.
When the girls get here, I will have my revenge on that Jazz girl. I don't know how or when, but it will happen. Kommissar can humiliate the others, but not her. I called dibs.
"Oh goodie," I heard Kommissar say, her eyes were not on me. Finally, she perked my interest. I followed her eyes to see the guest of honors finally arrived. Like Kommissar said - Goodie. We have been expecting them to be tardy, definitely from their incompetence.
"Komm mit, Pieter," Kommissar commanded as she began walking slowly. "Let's give these girls a warm welcome."
"Remember, ma'am. You promised that I can have the Jazz girl to cry, yes?"
She smirked, "Ah, yes. The hippo mouth. Do as you please with her, but don't let her immaturity drench you again."
That's the last thing I'll let that girl do to me... again."
We approached the girls to find them putting on brave faces; but Kommissar and I both know that's a mask for fear. The red head's averted gaze was obvious.
"Ugly troll!" Kommissar began, addressing the Bellas' leader, "We meet again."
"Another verbal beat down," I added. "Highlight of my day!" I scanned the girls to find two of them missing: Flabby Abby and Jazz girl! Were they a coward and didn't show? That would be out of character for them.
"So have you abandoned your foolish plans to face us at the World's?"
Ugly troll scoffed, "You wish, you gorgeous... specimen."
Everyone including me looked at her as if she was some desperate, crazy lesbian, which she probably is. The girls behind the ugly troll and the scared ginger scampered off like mice, enjoying the shots and boys no doubt. I still don't see the Jazz girl anywhere. I better go search for her, once Kommissar was done putting down these two mice.
The ugly troll face palmed, "She's really in my head."
"Very well," Kommissar continued as if the ugly troll didn't utter a word, "I'll be happy to send you there. I'll mail you. A large envelope costs nothing."
"Well, it would cost more than nothing," I jumped in, "but still cheaper than shipping, like, a horse or perhaps an adult moose-"
"Did you ever think that you're TOO BIG!" The ugly troll snapped about to jump and rip Kommissar's extensions out. "It would cost a fortune to mail you!"
The ginger pulled the ugly troll away, regaining control of her, leaving me and Kommissar alone. Not a problem. We were satisfied that we're getting to the ugly troll. Her talk was entertaining and amusing. 'Hmm... Perhaps we should change her name from ugly troll to a feisty elf. Her spirit is remarkable, but not compared to...'
My eyes were on the bar, spotting a pair of girls in red and blue dress with high heels that could hyper flex their feet. Next to them was the raven-haired beauty, not dressed properly for this event. She should belong in a college frat party and a sophisticated one like this party. The only thing immature about this party was that they're serving gooey shots. Don't have a clue as to what they were, but I refused to try. My main focus was on the girl trying to talk the handsome bartender. From the look on his face, he was hesitant about something. I left Kommissar to come close to the scene.
"Hallöchen!"
I closed my eyes, mentally cursed from the voice of my nagging leader. I turned my head to face the unamused commander and chief.
"Pieter, where do you think you're going?"
"Getting a refill," I replied. The last thing I wanted was for her to tag along, watching me put down the Jazz girl.
"Your drink is full, Pieter," she snapped. I looked down at my glass, realizing she's right. I was busted. "I don't suppose you are going after the loudmouth sitting at the bar, aren't you?"
My eyebrows raised slightly, didn't say a word. I was clearly busted. She waved it off nonchalantly, "Say no more. Go have your fun alone."
Was she serious? I didn't dare question her. I wanted to get to Jazz girl before she disappears.
"Oh, but Pieter?" Kommissar called for me again.
I held back the groan. What does the lady want now?
"While you're at it..." she handed me her glass, "Get me a refill, and don't take too long."
I nodded, "Yes, ma'am." I returned to my task and came after the girl. I stood right behind her, listening her conversation with the bartender. His face was forced politeness, but the Jazz girl's body language showed that she wasn't appreciative.
"I am sorry, Miss, I can't serve you alcohol with you underage," he began softly.
"I'm not underage!" Jazz girl argued, "I told you I am twenty two."
"When's your birthday?" he asked.
That moment right there, she was hesitant. She quickly changed the conversation around, just like she did to me, "Besides the creepy host said I can drink the Jellos here!"
"Well, he's getting ready for the show. In the meantime, I can't serve drinks to you. I can give you water."
"One Jello!" She negotiated, holding one finger up. "You can look at my ID if you want."
Now this was interesting. Was the bartender going to take her word for it?
"Okay," he replied, staring down at her challengingly, "Let's see."
I held back the laugh, noticing Jazz's body language. I supposed she didn't expect that.
"Um... Okay, I-"
He sighed, knowing her hesitance, "Look, lady, I have other costumers, older than you, that demand a drink. I would love to give shots but you have to show me proof you're over age - it's the law," He turned his eyes away, leaving the Jazz girl to curse and bang the table. I was impressed with the man's performance.
"What can I get you, Sir?" He asked with eyes on me. I smirked, it's time to make my move.
"One martini punch, please," I handed him Kommissar's empty glass.
At that moment, the Jazz girl whirled around to face my smirking face with widened eyes. Did she really think she could ditch me so easily?
She turned back around, and I could've sworn I heard her curse under her peppermint breath with a hint of onion. I supposed she gargled mouth rinse after she ate a large onion.
"Right away, Sir," The bartender grabbed the glass and fulfilled my order.
My eyes haven't left the raven haired girl, "Aww. What is the matter, child? Upset that you're not old enough to drink."
Her chair spun, her body facing mine. Her face didn't show tears, but amused. I furrowed my brows, completely confused by the 180 turn of emotions.
"Says from the guy who gave me a beer when we first met," she spat.
I wiped a drop of her salvia on my chin. What was with this girl getting something on your face? First, it's her phone, the water, and now her spit. I thought about what she said, and sadly, she had a point. I could go to jail for giving her that beer.
"You tricked me," I replied in a dangerously low tone.
She giggled, spinning her chair around. I must admit, her laugh was adorable like how a child would laugh. How old was she anyway?
"Nonsense, good sir. I didn't trick you!" she snapped, "I did offer you to see my ID, but you were too stupid not to!"
My grip tightened around my glass, probably causing it to crack at any moment. I may have underestimated her abilities, but she have underestimate mine. All the things I could do around that pretty swan neck of hers.
"But to be perfectly fair, you lied to me," she snapped.
I had to snort, "How could I possibly lie to you?"
"You didn't tell me you were a performer for DSM."
"You never asked, but you were too stupid not to."
It didn't take long for the bartender to finish my order. I took it and thanked him swiftly, before he went back to other costumers.
"I spoke with your friends, my dear," I changed the subject. Jazz girl didn't respond, clearly ignoring me. "I see that the ugly troll is flirting with my cousin."
She turned to me with furrowed brows, "Cousin?"
"Yah, Kommissar."
"That blonde bitch is your cousin?" she asked.
I blinked, but my frown deepened, "She may be the bitch, but only I say it, not you."
"What are you going to do, Goliath? Stomp on me?"
"Oh, that would be easier, since you are so small... then again you have a mouth of a hippo to go with it, Mein Liebling."
The girl's face fell at that insult. My frown turned upside down. Right there. I have her. Before she could reply, somebody interrupted our conversation.
"Jazz, I was wondering where you..." It revealed to be the boy from that troublemaking boy band online - the girl's brother. He stopped when he noticed my presence. "What's going on here?"
"Nothing, Jess," Jazz replied, "Just having a nice conversation with Hitler."
The boy and my mouth became agape by what she just referred to me. I never thought she would use the past against my nationality, but she did. She crossed the line. It wasn't an insult - it was an offense, not to me, but to my country.
"Jasmine Marie!" The boy cried to her sister in shock.
"What the hell did you just call me, Hündin?"
"Nothing. Nothing," the boy assured me, while pulling her sister out of her seat.
"I think the girl can speak to me herself. Say that again, Mein Liebling! Tell me what you called me again." I lowered myself to her eye level. My blue eyes meeting her crystal ones.
Looking at her face, I could see hesitance and a bit of regret. She better be. I'm about to do something I never thought I would do - punch a lady.
She cleared her throat, "I called you Hitler, you bigfoot bastard!"
With just a squeeze, the glasses in my hands smashed into pieces, spilling the martini punch on the floor. Everyone from the bar was staring, but I didn't car. This little brat was going to get a good, old fashioned, German spanking.
Next thing I knew, the boy pushed Jazz away, keeping a safe distance from me. He tried to form a brave face, but he was terrified of what I could do. I didn't utter a word as he commanded Jazz to go away. She looked at me with a neutral face, without saying a word she quickly complied.
I kept my narrowed gaze, not thinking about the boy. He was clearly not done with me.
"Stay away from my sister! You hear me!"
"Or else what? One question, boy, is the polizei still after you?"
Jesse blinked in surprise. Did he actually think I wouldn't figure out their little scheme in Texas?
"Just... Stay away from her!" he pointed at me, before swiftly sped away from me. Leaving me alone in two cracked drinks.
"Was zum Teufel?!"
Oh no.
Kommissar was behind me, horrified by the spilled drinks soaking my leather pants.
"Pieter, I thought I told you not to let the girl drench you!" She scolded, slapping me in the back of the head. "And you let her!"
Now I am angry and humiliated. Kommissar would never let it down. She would never let me seek revenge on Jazz. What she said to me was offensive! She had to pay! I am going to make her suffer if it's the LAST thing I'll do.
My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a gong.
~000~000~000~
(Third POV)
Jasmine couldn't believe what escaped her glossed lips. She just referred Pieter as an evil dictator! Now she made him mad. She could see steam escaping his ears, his face turning bright red, and his grip... Jazz didn't want to go there. When he smashed the two glasses in one squeeze, she forgot about his strength. His bulky muscles were enough to show that he's capable of lifting a ton.
When she thought she was in the clear (thanks to her brother) she was about to receive a lecture from her hero. She was wondering why her brother was here. Did the rapist host invited the Treblemakers too?
"What the hell were you thinking?!" Jesse scolded her.
She rolled her eyes, "It slipped! I didn't mean to play the race card!"
"Well, you did. And now you are turning the Worlds into a war!"
"Okay, enough talk about the war, please! I feel guilty enough as it is!"
"The worst part is that you didn't apologize right away."
"Well, it's too late! And he's the enemy of the Bellas! I can't apologize!"
He groaned, rubbing his face, running his fingers through his hair, "Okay... Let's just hope and pray that he would forget that bad insult... in the meantime, just stay out of trouble and no drinking!"
What he meant by stay out of trouble - he meant stay away from the DSM group specifically Pieter.
Jasmine scoffed, "When do you see me drinking?"
"What were you doing at the bar?" He asked, crossing his arms, staring down at her as if he was their father.
"Getting water!" Jasmine lied, "Stop getting in my case! I can take care of myself!"
Jesse sighed heavily, "Okay. Fair enough." He looked around to find someone, "Say have you seen Beca?"
Beca. The woman who was probably two timing him with another guy. Jasmine could never forget it. She didn't have proof, but if she warned her brother... "Jess."
"Yeah?"
Looking at his puppy dog face, it tore Jasmine's heart. He was sickly in love with Beca. How could she tell him that his girlfriend was cheating? She knew she have to. She must protect her brother, "There's something you should know about Beca... You see... Tonight, I-"
She was cut off by a gong.
"Sorry, Jazz, I gotta go. We'll talk later, okay?" He quickly left to find his friends.
"Wait, Jesse!" Jasmine called for him, only to have her arm tugged by one of the Bellas.
"There you are!" Legacy stated happily, "We have been looking all over for you, come on!" Jasmine didn't protest as she was led to her group of friends, just in time for the shady Host to speak.
"Welcome to the first ever showdown of the National Acapella Laser Ninja Dragon League!" The host spoke through his mic with dramatic. The Bellas all stood there clapping slightly still confused as to why they're here. DSM were mentally preparing for whatever was about to come in order to crush the Bellas.
"Can you dig it!"
The crowd went wild with the clapping.
"Now let's introduce our four teams... First, the Treblemakers!"
The spotlight shined on Jesse's team, the boys were dressed in purple.
"Next we have... the Barden Bellas!"
Now, the light was on the girls. They were waving awkwardly. Jasmine stood there, shielding her eyes from the light.
"We have... the Tone Hangers!"
Bumper and his team sang "sorbet" in different keys, while the afro added the "cherry on top".
"In the pride of Wisconsin, we have... the Green Bay Packers!"
Five, tall, handsome hunks were dressed in suits, but the man in the middle had his sleeves ripped showing off his biceps and triceps. Stacie, Jazz, and Fat Amy were blown away by that amount of muscle, especially Fat Amy.
"And last but now least, taking a break from their victory tour - Das Sound Machine!" the host pointed at the German team.
"DSM!" Kommissar started chanting.
"JAH!" Pieter and the group cried with determination.
"DSM!"
"JAH!"
The girls politely clapped, especially Jazz. However, her head was down, avoiding eye contact from Pieter.
"Now here's how this is going to work," The host began, "When I point to you, you sing a song from one of the categories from the big board!" He whirled around and pointed at the big board hanging against the wall behind him, showing off four blank slots. "There's only one rule. You have to meet the beat."
He gestured Andrew from DSM and the Afro man from Tone Hangers to come forth and demonstrate. Andrew started, and it was electric beat box like.
"It's basically follow the leaders style."
Afro man did his turn, but it was different than Andrew. His sound like a cat with claws. They took turns mimicking each other, until Afro man ended it with a boom. The crowd cheered, the host complimented on how impressive they were.
"If you can't carry the tune... the whole team's out! Like you're gone!" The host turned to pick up a heavy mallet, but he strained himself, "Cornelius, this is too heavy. I told you before - 'cause I hurt my arm saluting the flag." He picked it up slightly, managing to hit the gong. "Okay, sorry." He dropped the mallet, turning back, addressing the teams.
"Now the last team standing wins... epic... bragging rights!"
All the teams looked at each other, then at the host, asking if he was kidding.
"Oh, and I'm sorry, did I forget to mention..." He held up a small gift card. It's not any gift card. "A $42,000 gift card to Dave and Busters!"
Everyone started cheering. Jazz had been to Dave and Busters for her grandfather's birthday before, and she had fun playing games. Although, she didn't have enough tickets to win Guitar hero game as a prize. Maybe, this time with a 42,000 dollar gift card, she'll get that guitar and Xbox. The only two people who was determined to win the gift card was her and the ripped-sleeve muscle man.
"I see these two wants it!" The host nodded at them.
"You damn right!" Jazz cried.
"Good, then lets look at the first category!" he pointed at the screen, and everyone was watching the first slot on the screen spin, until words popped up.
"Songs about butts"
"Ooh," the host cooed, "Songs about butts. Okay, think about what you're going to sing!"
Jazz turned to the two leaders, see if they had a song already.
Beca was consulting with Chloe, "Anything on radio basically, right?"
Chloe nodded.
Meanwhile, Kommissar turned to her partner, "Do you have a song?"
"Of course I do," Pieter rubbed his hands, staring down at the raven haired girl with determination. Kommissar followed his gaze to see what he's looking that. Pieter just earned another smack on the head.
"Don't let her distract you. This here is our chance to crush them."
Pieter nodded, finally taking his eyes away from Jazz, "I understand."
Instead of hit, he earned a pat on the back from his partner.
"Times up!" The host cried, pointing at DSM to start, "GO!"
Kommissar pointed at Andrew to start the beat, while Pieter began to dance and sing.
"She had dumps like a talk
talk, talk
Size like a walk
walk, walk!"
"All night long!" Kommissar joined the duet. "All night long)
Let me see that thong
(rapping that I can't understand)
Baby!"
"That thong, th-th-th-th-th-thong!"
The host pointed at Tone Hangers, and Bumper's teammate began to sing while twerking.
"Shake, shake, shake!"
Pieter stopped, dumbfounded that he was cut off, "What?"
"Shake, shake, shake! Shake your booty! Shake your booty! Haw!"
The random Tone hanger guy was singing and shaking while the guys behind him were making trumpet sounds.
"Shake, shake, shake
Shake, shake, shake
Shake your booty
Shake your booty!"
It was the Bellas' turn, and it was Stacie's time to show off her sexiness with a sexy song.
"Shawty had that apple bottom jeans!" Stacie sang, "Boots with the fur!
(with the fur)
The whole club was looking at her!"
The girls got an idea and decided to twerk close to DSM. Stacie was in front of Kommissar.
"She hit the floor!" Fat Amy sang, while giving Pieter a nasty face. His eyes averted Fat Amy. His focus was on Jazz, who was grinding close to his best friend, Andrew.
"She hit the floor!
Next thing you know!
Shawty got low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low!"
As they were going low, their butts were close to DSM's crotches. Pieter took a step back, avoiding to touch Flabby Abby's baby shoot. His eyes were still on Jazz, whose hands were on Andrew's chest, rubbing his pecs playfully. Then, she turned with her back facing him. As she got low, she slid her body down while swaying her hips. Her eyes met Pieter's, realizing that he had been staring. Bet he's wishing that she was touching his body and not Andrew's. She gave him a teasing wink as she slid back up, before swaying away from Andrew. Pieter glanced at Andrew and frowned at the smirk attatched to his friend's face.
Andrew skipped his way to Pieter and chuckled playfully, "You were right, Pieter. She's got moves. That little tease."
"Shut it!" Pieter snapped. Andrew blinked, taking back by Pieter's change of mood.
It was Green Bay Packer's turn, and what they sang made Jazz laugh.
"My anaconda don't!" one man cried.
"My anaconda don't!" another man cried.
"My anaconda don't want none unless you got buns, hun!" The man with the ripped sleeves sang, while moving his hips in circular motions.
Fat Amy fanned herself, "Whoo! I would love to be the brisket in that guy's sandwich!"
"Oh my gosh, look at her butt
Oh my gosh, look at her butt
Oh my gosh, look at her butt
(Look at her butt)
Look at, look at, look at
Look, at her butt!"
Now, it was the Treblemakers' turn. Benji was now singing.
"I like big butts and I cannot lie
(no lie)
You other brothers can't deny
(I won't)
When a girl walks in
with her itty bitty waist
and a round thing in your face
You get sprung!"
Benji was hopping up and down, then slow down when he spotted Legacy with her perfect smile, moving to the beat of the music. He stopped and sang something that was off the lyrics, "Girl, I love that butt, but the butt's not what it matters. You know what matters? You know what, cuzz. Courtship and chivalry. Take you to a nice hot meal and I'll tip the waiter!"
The Treblemakers stopped as soon as Beni wasn't singing the lyrics.
The host was shaking his head in disbelief, "Oh my God! Stop! Stop! What the hell was that?!" Everyone was booing at the boy team, especially Jazz, being a jerk she was. "Not how we play the game!"
The host approached Benji, who finally got out of his day dream, "You think you're a better lyricist than Sir-Mix-A-Lot? A man who was knighted by Queen. You know the band - Queen?"
Benji shook his head, stammering his answer, "Yes, no - no sir! I do not! I couldn't help it! I just..." His eyes slowly met Legacy, "Got caught a glimpse of an angel, and got inspired."
Everyone followed his eyes to see Emily, who was hiding her face with her hair, her cheeks flushed.
"How embarrassing," Fat Amy mumbled.
"Well, you're going to hell!" The host snapped, heading towards the gong, picking up the heavy mallet, "Treblemakers... YOU GONE!" He hit the gong, and the boy band was eliminated.
Beca mouthed her apologies to Jesse, while Jazz stuck her tongue teasingly at him. Jesse rolled his eyes, waving off Benji's apologies.
The host turned back to the screen, "Okay, let's take a look at the next category!"
The second slot was spinning, until it reveal a singer's name...
"David Bowie!"
Jazz clapped her hands, immediately knowing him from her and her brother's favorite movie as kids - Labyrinth. When they were kids, they would always dress up and play the part in the movie. Jazz as Sarah, dressed in white; while Jesse had on his white T-shirt and wore his mother's pantyhose and eyeliner. Then they used the stuff animals as the puppet characters. One thing Jazz enjoyed as a child. Good times - Good times.
"Alright. Let's start with... YOU! Tone Hangers!" The host pointed at Tone Hangers to start.
The guy with geeky glasses stepped, "I got this! I got this! Let's do this!"
"Ah, ah, ah, ah," He started, then his friends slowly joined him. "Let's dance! Lets Dance! Lets dance!"
As soon as they sang that, everyone jumped to the beat. Jazz was in the middle of the floor, dancing to the beat, earning claps from the Bellas.
"You go girl!" Cynthia Rose cried, joining Jazz with her. Jazz slowly backed away. The last time Cynthia Rose was too close to a woman, she touched her boobs.
"Put on your red shoes and dance the blues
Let's dance
To the song they're playing on the radio
Let's sway!"
As she was dancing, she noticed Pieter staring with a neutral face. She wasn't wondering why he's staring. It's because he's still angry about that offensive comment she made. Maybe if she apologized... Jazz mentally shook her head at that thought. He started it. She'll apologize, until he apologized for lying and insulting her and her friends.
What Jazz didn't know was that Pieter was staring at her, because of her dance not because he was mad. He had seen her old performances on YouTube when she was thirteen or fourteen, but never saw her recent dance, until now. She was still graceful, but a little provocative. The way she swayed her hips, quickly moved her feet, whipping her hair back and forth. It was hypnotic. It was beautiful.
The trance was broken, when Kommissar's hand was waving across his face. He shook his head, turning to Kommissar questionably.
"What are you doing?" she demanded.
He shrugged, "Nothing!"
"You were staring at her!"
"Yes, so?"
She narrowed her eyes at him, wagging her long nail finger at him, "Don't. Let her. Distract. You!"
Pieter raised his hands up defensively, "I'm not distracted!"
Kommissar rolled her eyes, decided not to make a pointless argument about it.
"While color lights up your face
Let's sway!
Sway through the crowd to an empty space!"
The host pointed at dancing Jazz, and she knew what she's going to sing.
"Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes
Turn and face the strange!" Jazz sang.
The girls joined her.
(Ch-ch-changes)
"Don't want to be a richer man! Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes
Turn and face the strange
(Ch-ch-changes)
Just gonna have to be a different man
Time may change me
But I can't trace time!"
As Jazz was singing, the host pointed at DSM for it's their turn. Pieter and his team slowly approached Jazz, planning to scare her.
"Daddy, daddy, get me out of here!" Pieter cried.
Jazz turned and screamed, surprised to see DSM right behind her. She fell onto her butt and stared up at Pieter, who was standing in the middle of his group, smirking down at her. She looked up at him with disapproval.
"Heard about a place today!" the team cried waving his hands at her closely.
Pieter sang his solo, "Ha, ha, I'm underground! (nothing ever hurts again)"
Chloe and Legacy quickly approached Jazz and pulled her back into their group as DSM continued singing.
"(Nothing ever hurts again) well, I found a place
(Daddy, get me out of here) nothing ever hurts again
(Hoping for the underground) down and down and get me out of here
(Hoping for the underground) ha, ha, I'm underground
(Get me underground) sister, sister, please take me down!"
All this time, Pieter and Jasmine was staring at each other. He pointed at his own eyes than at her eyes, then quickly used his finger indicating a slicing throat motion. She rolled her eyes at him, while Fat Amy flicked him off.
"Ha, ha, I'm underground (gotta get me out of here)!"
The host pointed at Green Bay Packers. The guy in the ripped sleeves lowered himself and stepped forward pushing Pieter aside. The men were right behind him, waiting for him to sing. It's been ten seconds and no David Bowie song was heard.
"Come on, man!" one of the guys said.
"I got - I got nothing!" the ripped sleeve man admitted.
"What?" another guy asked.
"Fuck it! I got nothing, guys!" the ripped sleeved guy cried.
"What?!"
The group was booed by everyone. The ripped sleeved guy apologized to his group, but his friends didn't want to hear it.
"You're such a dis-acca-pointment!" the long, black ponytail guy said, shaking his head.
"Reginald Wilson Moncrieff Matthews IV," the host began, "What in God's green one, are you doing?"
Clay shrugged, "Just... I don't know... I got my mind on those 42 g's at D&Bs." His friends nodded in understanding. With 42,000 dollars on the line, it can distract you a bit. "And I never even heard of this Bowie guy." Everyone gasped in horror.
"You never heard of David Bowie?!" Jazz began angrily. "The singing legend?! The English actor?! The guy who was in Labyrinth. You never watched Labyrinth?! It has the girl and the muppets and David Bowie in his tights showing off his length!"
Clay shook his head, "No."
Jazz scoffed, "Then you are a disgrace to music and movies everywhere."
"Well said, Jazz," the host said, lifting up the gift card, "Because Clay, here, is going kiss this card goodbye... Green Bay Packers!" The group protested, and before they could do anything... "YOU GONE!" The host hit the gong, and the team was eliminated.
"Alright, let's take a look at the next category!"
The third slot spun and it revealed...
"I'M DATING JOHN MAYER!"
Everyone jumped when Bumper cheered loudly, high fiving his teammates, "I was personal assistant."
Jazz realized he's right. He was an assistant to a guy who dated Taylor Swift.
Fat Amy grumbled, "Unfair!"
Bumper's teammates were giving him an encouraging slap in the ass. Those were for baseball and football players only.
The Host nodded at Bumper, "Okay... Then how about we start with you!" He pointed at DSM instead of Bumper, "Das Sound Machine."
Das Sound Machine began by doing robotic movements. Pieter was mocking Jazz and Fat Amy, mostly Jazz. She gave him double middle fingers. Pieter didn't look offended by it, but Jesse certainly was. He never thought his sweet, little sister was capable of doing that.
Tayna, a female DSM member began singing, "Making my way downtown, walking fast, faces pass, and I'm homebound-"
"We!" Chloe cut her off the minute the host pointed at her, "are never, ever, ever getting back together!"
The girls joined her, "We are never, ever, ever getting back together!
You go talk to your friends
talk to my friends
talk to me
But we are never, ever, ever, ever getting back together!"
Now it was Bumper's turn.
"Oh, What's love got to do, got to do with it
What's love but a second hand emotion!"
Fat Amy watched him, mouthing the words with him. Little did she know was that Bumper was singing a song, nobody would believe John Mayer would be sleeping with. Tina Turner?
"What's love got to do, got to do with it!
Who needs a heart when a heart can be broken!"
Jazz turned to Stacie and Flo, "Are John Mayer and Tina Turner involved?" They quickly shook their heads, and the crowd booed at Tone Hangers. Good reason to boo Bumper. The thought of eighty-year-old Tina Turner, and forty-year-old John Mayer in a doggie position was sick to think about. Picturing Jesse and Beca in that position was enough to make Jazz puke.
Fat Amy was about to clap, but stopped because of the boos.
"That doesn't deserve a boo!" Bumper snapped, "I killed that!"
The host approached Bumper, clearly dumbfounded but amused, "Explain for everyone here, because it sounds like you're implying John Mayer... and Tina Turner... are... fucking the shit out of each other-"
"Oh yeah!" Bumper retorted.
The boos were louder.
Pieter were waving at them, crying out, "Kick him out! Kick him out!"
The host shook his head, "I don't know if I believe him."
"I'm telling the truth!" Bumper pleaded.
Judging by the disgusted boos, the host knew the solution to end it.
"Tone Hangers!" he picked up the mallet and hit the gong, "YOU GONE!"
Now it's down to the final showdown - Barden Bellas versus Das Sound Machine, just like it should be.
The host gathered both teams closer together to do it face off style. The board spun the final slot, revealing...
"90's HIP HOP JAM!"
"Oh! 90's hip hop jam!" the host cried, "Okay, y'all. Just have to think about it... Times up! GO!" He pointed at Das Sound Machine first. Andrew started beatboxing, then Pieter began his solo.
"This is how we do it!" Pieter cried dramatically.
Then Kommissar joined in as usual, "I'm kinda buzzed and it's all because..."
Pieter and Kommissar sang together, "This is how we do it!"
"South Central does it like nobody does..."
"This is how we do it!"
"To all my neighbors you got much flavor..."
Das Sound Machine sang all together, "This is how we do it!"
Cynthia stood before them, when it's the Bellas' turn. She cut Kommissar off.
"Girls, you know you'd better watch out!"
Kommissar raised her hands up and backed away with a smirk planted on her face.
"Some guys, some guys are only about
That thing, that thing, that thing-"
"That girl is poison!" Pieter cut her off, then he faced Jazz, motioning her body parts without taking his eyes off hers, "Never trust a big butt and smile! That girl is poison!"
Jazz shook her head while smirking. That guy thinks he's all that, but he's just lame. Fat Amy got all protective on Jazz, and shield the skinny girl's body, then began singing when it was their turn.
"Here we go yo
here we go yo
so what's
so what's the scenario!"
Fat Amy hopped up and down, giving Pieter the middle finger again.
"Here we go yo
here we go yo
so what's
so what's the scenario
here we go!"
Pieter was getting mad, it's bad enough that Jazz was humiliating him a couple times and calling him Hitler, but now he had Flabby Abby on his back. He's had enough. Before the host pointed at him, he cut Fat Amy off.
"Insane in the membrane
(insane in the brain)!"
Fat Amy saw that the host was pointing at them. It's their turn. The girls looked around to see if anybody got a song to sing, except for Jazz. Her eyes were locked with Pieter's. He was smirking at her, taunting her. She hated him so much. She wanted to destroy his pathetic existence. The girls need a song and a distraction to the man, because it's clear that he's coming up with the songs the whole time. If this bastard wanted to play dirty with her, she would beat his game. She shoved Fat Amy aside and stood before Pieter. Comparing them together, Pieter was a foot and a half taller than her. He's bigger and stronger than her. But her pipes were just as strong as his, and her moves were more flexible.
"Insane in the membrane
(insane in the bra-"
"-Name! Say my name, say my name!" Jasmine cut him off. "If no one is around you! Say baby I love you! If you ain't runnin' game!"
The girls joined in, just as Jazz started swaying hips, "Say my name, say my name!
You actin' kinda shady
Ain't callin' me baby
Why the sudden change!"
As Jazz was moving her feet, she was slowly stripping her jacket off, earning whistles and whoos from the men and her friends. She tossed it at Pieter, but Andrew caught it with ease. Pieter was silent, staring at her top, that show slightly cleavage. He was mesmerized by her body, as much as he hated her, he had to admit that she had a body a true dancer. She was moving on the dance floor while the girls were singing in the background.
"Say my name, say my name
If no one is around you
Say baby I love you
If you ain't runnin' game!"
The host pointed at DSM for it was their turn. Pieter didn't realize it, because he was distracted. Kommissar noticed the host and also noticed Pieter distracted (the number one warning she made to him, and he blew it). She tried to get him to snap out of it and get him to sing a song fast.
"Pieter! PIETER!" She waved a hand across his face, but his eyes were blank, hypnotized by Jasmine's perfect body. The girl was doing hip pop moves, then pulled her hair out of a ponytail, whipping her head back and forth. Cheers were made from the crowd, including the host.
"Look at her move!" he cried.
"Say my name, say my name
You actin' kinda shady
Ain't callin' me baby
Why the sudden change!"
As Jasmine was dancing, her eyes never left Pieter's. He didn't look as angry as he was a minute ago. It was as if her dancing commanded him to cool down. He was under her spell. She smirked teasingly at him. All the girls knew that she got him where she wanted him. She slowly approached, placing her hands on his chest, before circling around him. His eyes turned at every direction she was at. Her hips brushed against his pelvic, and he unwillingly grew hard at every move she made. He didn't think about his below, he could only think about was this dancing goddess.
"I know you say that I am assuming things
Something's going down that's the way it seems
Shouldn't be the reason why you're acting strange
If nobody's holding you back from me
Cause I know how you usually do!"
While Jazz got Pieter under his spell, Kommissar had to think of a song to keep them in the game. They were running out of time. Her miracle happened when Andrew approached her, whispering a song to her. She didn't care what it was, she was glad somebody had something. She pushed him towards the center of the circle, commanding him to go.
"When you say everything to me times two
Why can't you just tell the truth
If somebody's there then tell me who-"
"Hi!" Andrew jumped in front of Jazz, making her stop her song and dance, "My name is (what?)
My name is (who?)
My name is ~scratchy noises~
Slim Shady!"
The trance was broken. Pieter shook his head, regaining his senses. What the hell happened? He wondered. He looked at Kommissar next to him, giving him the most deadly glare she ever made. Pieter realized what happened. That girl. She distracted him. Now Andrew was taking his place and singing... that's a first.
"Hi! My name is (huh?)
My name is (what?)
My name is ~scratchy noises~
Slim Shady!"
The host was pointing at the Bellas, it was their turn. The girls looked at each other for an idea. No girl could think of anything. Because of the pressure, a girl sang a song that didn't exist... Legacy! Everyone stared at her as she sings.
"I got all I need when I got you and I
I look around me, and see sweet life..."
The girls tried to keep up with her, but the tune wasn't there to keep the melody going.
"I'm stuck in the dark but you're my flashlight.
You're gettin' me,
gettin' me through the night..."
Emily grew quiet as she realized everyone was staring at her as if she was crazy. She lowered her gaze awkwardly.
"Um..." The host wasn't sure how to begin, except for one question, "I'm sorry. What 90's song is that again?"
"Um - uh - more like a twenty-first century jam - I-I wrote it," she admitted.
The host's frown deepened as he approached Emily. Beca motioned her to stay calm.
"Are you saying that's an original song?" he asked.
Emily averted his gaze, nodding in admittance, "Yes, sir - it's an original." That confirmation earned boos from the whole room. Jasmine groaned, knowing that's about to come. She didn't want to look to her left, knowing who's smirking at her about now.
"Our jams are covers!" Bumper snapped, "We spit at originals!"
"Shut up, Bumper!" Jesse jumped to the girls' defense, "They still beat you!"
"Look who's talking - fourth place!" Bumper snapped back, earning silence from Jesse.
"Again," Benji addressed Jesse, "I'm so sorry about that!"
"I told you not to worry about it," Jesse assured him.
"How about you shut the fuck up!" Jazz snapped at Bumper, "And don't talk to my brother like that!"
Before Jesse could scold at Jazz, somebody beat her to it.
"Jasmine Marie Iris Swanson!"
Jasmine widened her eyes, seeing the host addressing her. How the hell could he know her full name?
"What is a sweet girl like you doing with that foul language? Zip your lips, please!"
She raised her hands in apology, couldn't think of a response to him.
The host continued to stare at distraught Emily, "What is your name, young lady?"
"Emily," Legacy replied quietly. Jasmine face palmed, since the host didn't know her name like he did with Jasmine, she could've at least used a fake name to spare the humiliation.
"Emily," the host repeated with emotion in his voice, "I hate you." He turned away from Emily and the girls, looking down at his gift card, "In the light of this... embarrassing and unprofessional information, I am forced to declare..."
The girls groaned, and Emily mumbled her apology as the host placed a tiara on his bald head.
"Das Sound Machine is the WINNER!"
Pieter took the card from the host, and rubbed it on the Bellas (mostly Jazz's face). Jazz didn't want to witness this. The best thing she could do was walk away as the music resumed playing. Pieter and his group sang the song while doing the motion.
"We commence to make you!"
"JUMP! JUMP!"
"DSM will make you!"
"JUMP! JUMP!"
"Kommissar will make you!"
"JUMP! JUMP!"
"Deutschland will make you!"
"JUMP! JUMP!"
Jazz sat by the bar. She wanted jello shots, but the bartender wouldn't let her have it, so she had no choice but to request water. She was sitting there and watch Chloe yell at Emily for making them lose the riff-off, Beca was coming to the new girl's defense. Eventually, Jesse arrived with Beca and left together. Chloe shook her head, and left Emily alone.
Jazz turned the other way to see Fat Amy and Bumper going upstairs doing only the Lord could witness.
She jumped when a sound of glasses clicked behind her. She turned around to see two glasses of blue and red jello shot on the counter. She raised her eyes to meet the bartender's.
"What's this?" she asked.
"I saw what happened, and I figured you would use a drink," the bartender explained, "But if anyone asks, I checked your ID."
She nodded and raised her glass appreciatively with a smile, "I will. Thanks." The bartender didn't utter, just continued with his business.
She raised one glass to her lips to drink, but stopped to see Emily on the couch... alone... down in the dumps. Seeing that look made Jazz feel guilty. Sighing, she hold the drink for a minute, just to leave the bar and headed Emily's direction.
Legacy didn't noticed Jazz's presence, until she started talking.
"Need a drink?"
Legacy looked up at Jazz, wiping unwanted tears from her eyes, "Um... n-no- I'm fine."
Jazz scoffed, "Please. You need this more than I do. Come on, take one."
After moments of hesitation, Legacy slowly accepted the shot.
"Thank you," she whispered.
"You're welcome," Jazz sat next to her. They clicked classes and took the Jello goodness. Jazz held back the laughter, noticing Legacy's expression. She could tell that she never had alcohol before. She patted the new girl's back, "It's alright. You'll get used to it."
Emily cleared her throat, began speaking, "Listen, Jazz, I-I'm - I'm sorry for-"
"I don't want to hear it. You panicked, you were pressured - it's just the adrenaline - you got to to do what you gotta do."
"Really? Y-You're not mad?"
"I'm not going to lie and say that this doesn't suck - it does."
Emily lowered her head in shame.
Jazz sighed, taking Emily's half jello, finishing it for her, "Come on." She stood up, pulling Emily with her.
Emily took in her surroundings in confusion, "W-What? What are we?"
"We're going home. There's nothing left for us here."
"W-What about-"
"We have phones. We'll text them. Now come one. We can pig out ice cream in the house."
Jasmine led Emily through the crowd, ignoring Pieter's singing. She and Emily pushed and shoved, finding the red curtain - their exit.
"Excuse me. Excuse me. Coming through," Jasmine spotted the curtain, pulling Emily to that direction. "Come on, Legacy. Let's get the fu-"
BAM!
Next thing Jazz knew, something solid and hard nailed her face, and she was on the ground. Everything in her surroundings turned black...
A/N: What do you think happened to Jazz? Review! Also what do you think in the change of categories? I loved David Bowie, so what better way to honor his work by using his songs in this chapter? RIP DAVID BOWIE! Love you as King Jareth!
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