Finally have that announcement for you!
I have been speaking to the one and only Brittany Snow and the team of Love is Louder and we are working together to raise money for both them and a charity here in Australia called Act for Kids! Follow any of my social media platforms to check out the photos I have taken for them.
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And please help these charities by donating, I am aiming for $50,000 per charity so it's a big ask. Just go to Go Fund Me and search Love is Louder/Act for Kids and donate!
Now if you guys donate, I'll also throw in another chapter tomorrow for you! Even if it is $5 or $10, it's still something and it is going to two great causes so please open your hearts and wallets and donate!
I apologise in advance if the Arabic or Korean translations are wrong, I'm just using Google Translate (Sorry).
Beca arrives at Barden and the taxi driver gets out of the car, moving to the back of the vehicle and helping her unload her bags. He glances at her up and down, observing her chocolate brunette hair, her dark, ocean blue eyes underlined with deep black eyeliner, her ear spikes lining a perfect line up her ear, the storm grey tank top covered by a purple plaid top, the way her black skinny jeans shaped around her perfect ass and her combat boots morphing around her slim, muscular calves. The driver thought she was beautiful, a lot of men have told her so and this taxi driver was about to add to the list.
"You are quite beautiful." The driver smiles. Beca gazes up into his dark eyes, noticing them getting darker as he thinks about what he wants to do to the young girl.
"Uh thanks." She says emotionlessly as she grabs her bags and walks away.
Beca makes her way toward the centre quad when a young girl stops her.
"Hi there. Welcome to Barden University. What dorm?" She says, her voice spritely and bouncy. Beca tried her hardest not to laugh.
"Uh Baker Hall." She answers almost sarcastically.
"Okay, so what you're going to do is go down this path…" Beca follows the direction the young is pointing before a car pulls over next to her and the girl. There is a young man in the back seat playing an air guitar and singing 'Carry on my Wayward Son by Kansas.' Beca watches him, her eyebrow jerking up as if to say 'Are you serious?' He takes it even more serious as he does an air guitar solo before the car jerks forward and he hits his head on the seat. "Here is your campus map and your official BU rape whistle." Beca tunes back into what the young girl is saying and accepts the map and whistle.
"Don't blow it unless it's actually happening." The BU girl adds. Beca puts the whistle in between her teeth and glances at the girl before walking away. The young girl scoffing as she does so. Beca muttering to herself with the 'BU Rape Whistle' between her teeth.
"Where the hell is this place? Fucking crazy town. I'm going to kill you Michael."
Beca walks into the Baker Hall quad and watches as five guys are seated on camp chairs with numbers on their laps. She realises as a girl walks past them that they are rating the girls out of ten and rolls her eyes at the immaturity of the men.
"Hey baby. You're a ten." One guys says as Beca walks past.
"Yeah nine for me gorgeous." Another adds. Beca stops and turns to them.
"Not going to happen." She says, slightly frustrated that she can't kick their asses right there and then for subjecting women like that before walking away again.
"Afraid you can't handle all of this." One of the guys yell out after Beca making Beca halt and turn back around, the guy stands up proudly and hi-fives his friends as she walks back over.
"Hey baby. You're even more gorgeous up close." He says reaching a hand up to remove the loose strands of hair covering Beca's face when she grabs the guy's arm and twists it behind his back.
"Ah! What the fuck!" He yells earning a few glances from bystanders. Beca pushes him back into his chair making it fall over backward.
"As I said, not going to happen." Beca says as she walks away again, listening to the guy be chastised by his friends for being beaten by a girl.
Beca continues walking when a girl's trolley in front of her tips over and all off the hundreds of soft toys fall out of their boxes. Beca rolls her eyes at the child-like factor of bringing soft toys to college but she takes a breath and continues into the building.
Beca arrives into her single apartment and takes a deep breath before placing her bags on her bed, her equipment bag on her desk. She pulls out her phone and dials the only number she committed to memory.
"Marhabaan ya sayidi , laqad wasalt lltw fi jamieat baridun." (Hello Sir, I've just arrived at Barden University). Beca speaks in Arabic to her master, Michael. She hears a small sigh of relief on the other end of the phone.
"Eizrayiyl , wahusn alaistimae mink. Alhadaf alkhass bik hu alsyd jims bayl, alssafir alaimrikaa l 'iisrayiyl." (Azrael, good to hear from you. Your target is Mr James Beale, U.S Ambassador for Israel.) Michael answers on the other end of the phone. Beca grabs her laptop out of her bag and opens up the Internet, searching her target. Michael continues to explain the details of her mission.
"Kunt jame min almukhabarat ealayh min aibnatih , klw . alhusul ealaa wathiqat laha , 'iiqamat ealaqat sadaqat liha, w alwusul 'iilaa alkurat alrrayiys fi ghdwn shahrayn." (You are to collect intelligence on him from his daughter, Chloe. Get close to her, befriend her and gain access to the President's Ball in two months.) Michael continues as Beca glances at photos of the Ambassador with his wife and daughter. She was young, about 22 and had bright blue eyes. Her hair was a mess of red curls which she clearly inherited, looking at both her redheaded parents.
"Sayatimm alqiam bih alssayr." (It will be done Sir.) Beca replies as she goes to hang up but stops when she hears Michael speak again.
"Ana 'athaqq bik eizrayiyl . kunt 'afdal talab baladi . 'ana qad 'adeukum limiham 'ukhraa fi mdt hadhih almuhimm." (I trust you Azrael. You are my best student. I may call on you for other tasks in the duration of this mission.) Michael says and Beca confirms his requirements before hanging up.
Beca finishes unpacking her things, including all of her equipment, hiding them in certain places in the room. A knife under her pillow, another knife taped under her desk and a third knife hidden between two books on her bookcase. She also sets motion detectors in the doorway and all the window seals with cameras with microphones pointing to every corner of her room. She looks out the window when she hears a commotion, it was some sort of fair. Beca figures that she can meet Chloe Beale or at least someone who knows her. Beca decides to grab one of her mini microphones and go down to the fair.
Chloe Beale stood with her best friend, Aubrey Posen at the Barden Bella's stand of the activities fair. She watches as Barbara walks past.
"Hey Barbara, you auditioning this year? We have openings." Chloe states, holding out a flyer.
"Oh now that you've hit rock bottom, you actually want to consider me. I auditioned for you three times and you wouldn't let me in because you said my boobs looked like baloney." Barbara replies as she moves her button up top away to reveal her white see through shirt and her baloney boobs. Chloe raises her eyebrows at the sight and Aubrey tilts her head a little to the side before Barbara speaks again.
"Words out, the Bella's are the laughing stock of the acapella world. Good luck auditioning this year. Doucheweeds." She says before walking away. Chloe turns to Aubrey.
"Oh my God this is a travesty. We can't even recruit Baloney Barb. How are we supposed to-." Aubrey interrupts Chloe.
"Just take the dramatics down a notch. I am confident that we will find eight super hot girls with bikini ready bodies that can harmonise in perfect pitch." Aubrey replies as she attempts to hand flyers to a group of girls whom take a flyer and throw it on the ground three steps later.
"Hey, why don't we just try and find good singers?" Chloe asks.
"What good singers?" A larger blonde girl says walking up to the stand.
"You can sing?" The blonde nods.
"Can you read music?" Chloe asks.
"Yeah." She replies.
"Can you match pitch?" Chloe says.
"Try me." The girl challenges. Chloe straightens up and sings a few notes. The blonde girl matching the pitch.
"So what's your name?" Aubrey asks.
"Fat Amy." She answers.
"You call yourself Fat Amy?" Aubrey questions, curious about the name.
"Yeah so twig bitches like you won't say it behind my back." Fat Amy answers. Chloe and Aubrey looks at each other before Aubrey hands Fat Amy a flyer.
"See you at Auditions." Aubrey states. Fat Amy smiles as she takes the flyer and walks away.
Beca approaches the fair and happens to walk past the guy she put down a few hours ago. He murmured something to his friends before walking off, probably protecting his pride. Beca walks past a stand looking for swimmers, not caring as a shirtless guy offers her a flyer. She spies a redhead at the corner of her eyes and keeps her composure as she makes her way in the direction of the flash of red, accidentally bumping into a Korean girl.
"Josimhae ! imo babo." (Watch it! Emo Moron.) The girl says in Korean as she turns back to her friends. Beca being fluent in over ten languages understands her and taps her on the shoulder.
"Da-eum-e hangug amkeos eul ihaehaji moshaneun moyog nugunga." (Next time, insult someone who doesn't understand Korean bitch.) Beca replies before walking away, back in the direction of whom she thought was Chloe.
"Oh what about her?" Chloe points out. Aubrey follows the direction of Chloe's finger and notices a short, maybe five foot three inches tall. This girl had brown hair, deep blue eyes and an alternative clothing choice. Aubrey's thoughts immediately jumped to emo or rock chick and she didn't like her immediately. She also noticed how the girl was arguing with a Korean group.
"Uh no, she looks a little too alternative for the group." She states outright and in a rude manner. Chloe looks at her, eyes open wide before glancing back at the mysterious brunette. She felt an instant spark in the pit of her stomach. An attraction growing for her and she is yet to know her name. Chloe takes guesses at what her name could be. Aubrey watching her best friend closely as she gazes at the alternative emo girl.
"How do I look?" She hastily says, realising the small brunette is heading in their direction. She turns back around as Aubrey says "Fine."
"Hi, would you be interested in joining our Acapella group?" Chloe asks Beca as she hands her a flyer.
"Oh, right this is like a thing now huh?" Beca replies, realising she probably just completely compromised the mission, she was supposed to get closer to Chloe not push her away but she watched as Chloe bit her bottom lip and Beca smirks a little.
"Oh totes, we sing covers of songs without any instruments, it's all from our mouths." Chloe says nervously. The shorter girl smiles awkwardly, not knowing how to interact with normal people, she hadn't interacted with someone outside of the League in eleven years. Aubrey glances down at the brunette's muscular tone, her biceps showing in the tank she was wearing, along with the outline of what looked like a ripped six pack. She also noticed that he girl was very skinny and had a couple of tattoos. She looks at Chloe and realises that the redhead had a thing for the brunette already.
"Yikes." Beca says. Aubrey smiles as Chloe explains the groups on campus.
"They're four groups on campus, the Bella's, that's us, we're the tits. The BU Harmonics, they sing a lot of Madonna. The High Notes, they're not particularly motivated." Chloe and Aubrey look over their shoulders and Beca notices the High Notes are called that because they were all stoned off their faces.
"And then there's… Hmm." The girls both say as Beca looks to the other side of the quad and sees a group of guys dancing around singing 'Let it Whip' and judging by the Blonde and Redhead's reaction, they definitely don't like them, in fact Beca guessed that they were rivals.
"So are you interested?" Chloe asks Beca and her mouth speaks before she realises what she says. Something about this girl gave Beca no filter whatsoever.
"Sorry, I just think it's pretty lame." Beca replies, trying to be honest but struggling to be nice about it, if anyone had judged Beca's reaction, they would have thought she had a mental disorder or she was possibly Aspergers which how emotionless her answers were.
"Aca-scuse me, synchronised lady dancing to a Mariah Carey chart-topper is not lame." Aubrey pipes in, defending her love for Acapella.
"We sing all over the world and compete in national championships." Chloe intrudes over Aubrey. "On purpose." Beca replies sarcastic and unemotionally again, noticing the red rise in Aubrey's face as her anger begins to grow.
"We play the Cobb Energy Performing Arts Centre, you bitch." Aubrey argues, aiming to sound offensive and it did, Beca just didn't care, she already knew the redhead was attracted to her, she could tell from her facial expression and body language. Chloe's legs were crossed which meant she was aroused, she was biting her bottom lip occasionally which meant she was nervous, her eyes would occasionally dart down Beca's body, checking her out which confused Beca and her hand were shaking which added to the idea that she was nervous.
"What Aubrey means to say is that we are a close nit talented group of ladies whose dream is to return to the national finals at Lincoln Centre this year. Help us turn our dreams into a reality." Chloe adds, giving Aubrey a glare for being mean to the girl. Chloe notices the brunette start to pull away. "Sorry I don't even sing but it was nice meeting you guys." Beca says quickly, walking away in the process, a small feeling happening in her stomach as she walks away. 'Who the hell is this girl?' She thinks to herself as she heads back to her room.