Chapter 5 is here guys! Just want to thank you for all the reviews and comments, glad you're liking the story. An announcement at the end of the chapter! Enjoy!

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Chapter 5

Beca Mitchell was sitting at her desk, waiting for Chloe to arrive. She had purposely gotten here early to introduce the girl to the company, she remembered her first day at when she was working at back at her first recording studio.

Flashback

It was her first day at the job, she had worked her ass off for the past 3 years creating mixes and sneaking into clubs so she could DJ, most of the people in her town knew she was incredible so they let her play, and they paid her to. Her life was slowly starting to work out, but she knew it was going to be hard. You don't just rise to fame the second you walk in. No, it would take dedication, effort, time and commitment but she knew she could do it. Her drive and passion for music got her here in the first place and it would see her through to the end.

She walked up to the front entrance of Residual Heat, one of the best small time producing studios around the area, Beca had always wanted to work there ever since she saw it when she was about twelve years old. She supposed that was also the day, she found her love for music. She was in a car listening to the radio when AC/DC came on, she instantly fell in love with rock music sound, and had from that day on wanted to play guitar. That Christmas, she was given an electric guitar, a PRS SE Tremonti in black. It was a big present, but she knew it wouldn't have gone to waste, and it didn't. It only brought her love for music to another level. After that, she was obsessed with music, it would be everywhere, on her way to school, in the shower, doing her homework, getting ready to go out.

It became her life.

A few years later and she had learned the piano, acoustic guitar and the violin, the rest had come when she began the label.

But her first day, was one of those memories that just sat in the back of her mind, wouldn't go away no matter how hard she tried, it wasn't a particularly bad one, but in all honesty, she had felt quite humiliated. But in traditional Mitchell fashion she always knew what to say, she still did, it was one of those things that had stuck with her and she was beyond grateful for that, in the industry she had had to work with some real fucking idiots,and most of them had tried to outsmart her, claiming she was too young to know what she was talking about, well it had been their unlucky day, that's for sure.

From Beca's POV

It all started off from the minute I entered the building. I had walked through the door and had immediately walked into a woman who was working there, she had a blonde fancy updo hairstyle, and had looks that could kill, I was beyond embarrassed and my cheeks had flushed a bright red, I picked up the paper she'd dropped and apologized. She muttered something under her breath and walked away in a way that she knew I was still watching her. We were going to great friends I thought. I took a deep breath, composed myself and headed over to reception desk, and who did I find there, your friends and mine…

Blonde hair lady, whose name I found out from her name tag, was "Gail". Great.

"Hey, look I just want to apologize, I should have been looking where I was going,"I said hoping to get some sort of reaction from the woman. Nope. Nothing. I took a silent deep breath and smiled at her, "Well, I'm Beca Mitchell, It's my first day here and I was wondering if I needed to sign anything before I start?," I said.

She reached for a clipboard and a pen and slid them in front of me, "Here fill in your name, the date and time then do it when you leave," She said turning back to her computer. Wow, she speaks I thought. We are already making progress. I smiled to myself, completed the form and handed back to Gail, who took it without turning away from the screen in front of her. I looked around cluelessly, before a man wearing sunglasses? entered from a door to the side of the desk, and approached me. He looked at me up and down before sliding his glasses down his nose and said,

"Your Beca Mitchell?"

"Umm yes," I said. Surely this guy must know me.

"Well let me just say, you weren't what I was originally expecting,"

I saw Gail sporting a smirk on her face, and my demeanor instantly changed, are these people for real right now? All manners were put aside by now.

"And what were you expecting exactly?" I said folding my arms across my chest

"Well, you look how do I say, this. Young. I was expecting someone with a bit more experience," he said with a straight face.

"Are you calling me inexperienced?" I almost shouted, but barely refrained from doing so.

"I guess I am," he said thinking about it.

"I'll show you how, 'inexperienced' I am," I said and stormed off towards the direction of where I could see the sign for the recording booths. To be honest, I had no clue what I was doing or what I was about to do, but I did know that I was going to make this man take back his words. She burst through the studio door, grabbed an electric guitar from the stand and sat on a stool, seconds later the man was standing in the booth with all the recording equipment.

"Name a song," I said confidently letting my anger and ego take over.

"Anything?" He said questioningly.

I nodded my head in response my hands resting on the strings.

"Centuries, Fall Out Boy." He said with a smirk on his face.

Fall Out Boy - Centuries - Electric Guitar Cover by Kfir Ochaion

I knew the song well, and so I took a deep breath, then began playing, my fingers strumming down on the strings, and my other hand playing the various chords. For the start, I was a little nervous, but only because I knew this was my shot to show him what I can do, and not look at me and think I'm too young to be in this industry, so there was quite a bit of pressure looming over me to make this song perfect.

In the middle of the song I noticed that Gail, had joined the man in the booth and both were intently watching me, they were saying things to each other that I couldn't quite make out. So I decided to put everything I had into the song, and make this guy eat his words, inexperienced.

By the end of the song I was exhausted, my hands were aching and I was out of breath. I looked over to the glass window where Gail and Mr sunglasses were. I put the guitar down and walked over to them crossing my arms, and before I had a chance to say something to me, his face broke into a smile whilst Gail's was still blank. The guy turned to Gail, then turned back to me,

"Well, that was some performance,"

"Yeah, well, I wanted to prove I'm not 'inexperienced' or 'too young'" I said using my hands to gesture what he'd said before.

"I'm glad you know how to handle yourself, I'm Sammy by the way," he said putting his hand out. I shook it and waited for him to continue. "I'm sorry I put you through all that, I just needed to see how'd you react. You get some people who will judge you, and I wanted to know for myself what you could do and from what you just did, I can say you definitely know what you are doing, but I have to ask. No lyrics?"

"I don't sing," I said plainly. Well, it was a lie, I did sing, just not in front of people. I prefer to just let the music do the talking. And I mainly just did mixes, not actually performing.

"Well, I'm honored to say, welcome to Residual Heat,"

And for the first time, since I had stepped in the building, I smiled genuinely.

End of Flashback

I was snapped out of my thoughts when the smell of coffee filled my nostrils, I looked up and saw Jesse standing there holding out a steaming cup in his hands.

"Hey, take this, I know how you get without your coffee and Chloe doesn't need to see that side of you on her first day," I smiled appreciatively at him.

"Thanks, Jess," I said taking the cup from his hands.

"She's outside by the way, should I ask her to come in?"

"Oh yeah, that would be great thanks,"

"Okay, be nice," he said in a warning tone before breaking into a smile.

"Watch it," I said pointing a finger at him.

"Yes Boss," he said saluting me before opening the door and letting the redhead walkthrough. She seemed nervous but had a wide smile on her face nevertheless. Jesse shut the door behind him, and then it was just me and Chloe. I gestured for her to sit in one of the chairs that were in front of my desk.

"Morning," I said taking a sip of my coffee

"Morning, Boss," She said her nervous physically calming

"Please call me Beca. So as you know your role her will be to help me out with PR, meetings, dealing with the clients here and just generally helping me out with tasks surrounding the label." Chloe nodded her head and began noting a few things down on a notepad. I smiled to myself, I could see this working out.

"Okay, so what do you have on today?"

"Well, I have a new producer coming in and then I am meeting a girl who I found on the internet. It's part of something I do here every few months scout out new talent and see what they can do, give them a chance in the industry you know," Chloe nodded, smiling at me and my heart fluttered a bit, I saw a sparkle in her eyes and for a second they looked as clear as water before I was brought back and saw her waiting for rme to continue, "Then after lunch, I'm in the studio working with a few artists then I'm free unless anything comes up during the day,"

"Okay, sounds good. What time does your meeting start?"

"I'm with Cynthia Rose in about 5 minutes then the girl at 10, so you ready?"

"Yeah, definitely let's go," she said standing up

I followed suit grabbed my laptop, and walked out the door, waiting for Chloe to follow before locking the door behind me and started walking down towards one of the conference rooms where I would be meeting with CR and a few of the other head producers. Chloe had been looking really nice today, not that I'd been looking or anything, it was formal but not too over the top and she didn't have heaps of makeup on either it was more of a natural look and it really suited her. She was walking next to me as we entered the conference room.

It had a long table down the center, windows lining the walls of the room leaving a natural brightness. The table was filled with black chairs, and a few of the producers sitting down the sides leaving two seats spare, one for me and the other for Chloe. At the end of the table was a woman, dark-skinned and some killer hair, it was tinged pink at the end of her natural dark brown locks, she looked around 27, and her style screamed cool and chill, something I liked with all my employees. I ran the label really seriously but I did allow the people to be pretty laid back except when they had deadlines and projects to be meeting which was quite regularly for the past 3 years. The label had really taken in the past years that it had been active, and I was loving it.

I looked up to meet CR's gaze…

Let's get down to Business.

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