A/N: OK, from this point on things may not actually be how they work in the real world, but it's my universe so we can play by my rules

Disclaimer: Even though I don't think I have to put this at the beginning of every chapter, I will keep doing so just because I'm so sad that I don't own Pitch Perfect or Pitch Perfect 2.

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When the girls got back from Worlds, the girls only had a few days until people started going their separate ways, ready to start their lives outside of Barden. Well, everyone except Emily that is. She would be the only one staying at Barden and running the Bellas next year (and hopefully for two more years after that).

Beca's work with Emily had impressed her boss enough that he offered her a paid internship for the summer. She was happy to take it as she didn't start applying for actual jobs until late in the semester and nothing had turned up yet. She moved into a small two bedroom apartment a few blocks off of campus with Chloe, who had gotten a job teaching music at a small school in a suburb of Atlanta.

When Beca got into the office on the Monday after getting back from Copenhagen she found a note on her desk to go see her boss. She picked up the note, her forehead scrunching in confusion as she wondered what this was all about. As she got to Michael's office, he was talking on the phone so he held up his finger for her to wait 'one minute' as he finished the conversation, "Yes, she just got in. No, I haven't talked to her yet. I'll call you back when I know something. Yes, I'll call you back a soon as I know." He shook his head as he hung up the phone and then pointed to one of the chairs across from his desk.

Beca still had a confused look on her face as she sat, "You wanted to see me, sir? I'm not fired already, am I?"

Michael laughed, "Reggie, I can call you Reggie, right?" Beca nodded but the man continued without even looking, "That call was about you. Well, about you and Angie, Elizabeth, Emily….whatever."

Beca nodded and mouthed, 'Emily.'

He continued, "I sent your demo up to our parent company and they liked it. They liked it enough to want to sign Emily to a recording contract and they wanted you to be the one to pitch it to her, since you 'technically' found her and made her demo. So, what do you say Reggie, you willing to do this for us?"

Beca didn't have to think it over long, she was happy that her friend was getting this opportunity and that she could help her start to live her dreams. Beca nodded, "Yes sir, I would be happy to talk to Emily about it."

Reggie smiled, holding out his hand to Beca, "Great! Between what they heard on the demo tape and the number of hits that your piece from Copenhagen got on YouTube, the higher ups think that an official release of her song could go platinum. So this is important to them, so it's important to me, which makes it important to you, right?"

Beca shook his hand as he finished, "Yes sir, it's very important to me."

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Beca left early on the excuse that she was going to talk with Emily about signing with the record company. She pulled up in front of the Bella house, looking at the place fondly. She kind of missed living there with all of the girls. She chuckled, but then again, she did enjoy not having to fight for the bathroom with nine other girls. She got out of her car and walked up to the front door. She peeked through the window to see if Emily was downstairs. She didn't see anyone so she thought she might have made the trip for nothing. Oh well, she was already here so she might as well ring the doorbell. Beca pressed the buzzer twice, hearing the ding dong of the bell through the door. She turned around, looking out at the campus when she heard a faint, "Hold on, I'm coming."

Beca smiled as she heard a thump and a sharp, "Dammit." The door opened to a visibly flustered Legacy tucking the corner of her towel back under the top edge to hold it in place. Beca looked at the tall girl, her hair wet as if she had just gotten out of the shower (which apparently by the towel, she had) and she was wearing a towel that just barely covered the important things. Beca had to look away from the girl's body as she heard her talking, "Hey there Beca, what brings you back to the Bella house?"

Beca smirked at the taller girl, "Do you always answer the door in just a towel? I could have been a rapist or something. You don't even have your rape whistle with you."

Emily laughed, "I don't have my rape whistle because I'm inside my house and I looked out the window and saw your car." She stepped back to let the older girl in.

Beca laughed as she walked into the living room, "Well at least you're being safe, Ems." She plopped down on the couch and looked at the taller girl still standing in the entry way, "Go get dressed, I'll wait and then we can talk. I have something to ask you."

Beca flipped through her phone, checking out some new songs on YouTube and the Bellas group chat on Facebook. She was just putting her phone away when Emily came back downstairs in a tight t-shirt and shorts. Beca looked up as she bounced into the room in typical Emily style. As she watched Beca couldn't help but think, "Dammit, the girl wasn't wearing a bra either, what is she trying to do, kill me?" She had to physically shake her head to clear it of some not so innocent thoughts as Emily plopped down on the couch next to her.

Emily sprawled her long body into the corner of the couch, "So what's up Beca? Did you miss me that much?"

Beca slapped her thigh, "Yup, couldn't stay away from you. Especially if you are going to greet me in a towel every time I come over." Emily blushed a little at this.

Emily looked down at her hands, "If that's what it takes to get you to come over more often, sure."

Beca took one of her hands, holding it, "I'll stop by more often, I promise. Oh wait, you may be seeing me more than you want to soon."

Emily just looked at her confused, "Ummm, why do you say that?"

Beca squeezed the taller girl's hand, "That's what I came to talk to you about. My boss sent our demo up to the parent company and they liked it, a lot. They would like to sign you to a record deal Ems!"

Emily sat up, grabbing Beca's other hand, "Your joking, right?" Beca just smiled and shook her head. Emily pulled the smaller girl into a tight hug, squealing, "Oh my God Beca, they want me to make a record? Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

Beca held her friend in the hug, "What are you thanking me for, it was your song. You wrote it and sang it for the demo."

Emily pushed her back to arm length, "Are you kidding me Becs? I couldn't have done it without you. You took my rough melody and made it into an actual song. A song that they liked." She ended up squealing that last part as she shook Beca's arms.

Beca pulled one hand from Emily's, sticking her finger in her ear and wiggling it as Emily squealed again. She smirked, "Alright, enough with the squealing. I know you're excited but you're going to break an eardrum or something."

All of a sudden Emily gripped Beca's hand a little tighter, looking a little panicked, "What do I do know? I've never done anything like this before. How do I know if it's a good contract or not?"

Beca patted the taller girls thigh, "Well, first you will need a manager, and no I can't be your manager because I work for the label already, or at least a subsidiary. Then we need to make sure that a lawyer looks over the contract and helps you with what you want negotiated into it. I think I can help you out there. I'll ask Aubrey if she's willing to look it over for you. Now, you didn't hear this from me, but the first offer from the company will be stacked in their favor. It's standard operating procedure; take advantage of the star-struck new artist that's just happy to be getting a contract. They are usually willing to negotiate to a degree, but you are an unknown to them so they might not be willing to go too high to keep you." She then hugged the taller girl against her side, "But I have a feeling that's going to change quickly. You are going to knock them dead, Ems."

Emily tipped her head to the side, laying it on Beca's shoulder, "You really think so?"

Beca squeezed her against her side again, "I know so."