I wake up the next morning in a familiar bed, though it's definitely not my own. It's Chloe's. I roll over and grab my phone from the nightstand and see that it's almost ten in the morning. It's a good thing I don't work today I guess. Chloe is nowhere in sight, but I can smell coffee and there are voices in the living room. I roll out of Chloe's bed and walk into her kitchen.

"Hey Becs," she murmurs with a bright smile. Ugh, why does she have to be a morning person. How can she be a morning person after last night?

"Hey," I mumble as I begin to pour myself a cup of coffee. She hands me some Tylenol and I smile at her gratefully.

"Good morning DJ B," is exclaimed from practically right next to me. I turn to glare slightly at Amy and she just grins back at me. "Did you have a nice night with tall, hot, and German?"

The fuck is she even tal…Oh no. I definitely made out with Kommissar in the bathroom at the club last night. I bet I made a fool of myself.

My head drops into my hands and Chloe begins to sympathetically rub my back. "Hey, don't even worry about it. She's not the enemy anymore so I don't really mind. She is super hot. And she definitely has a toner for you," Chloe says with a giggle.

"I bet I made a complete ass out of myself, didn't I," I ask as I turn to bury my face into Chloe's shoulder.

A couple more of the Bellas trickle into Chloe's kitchen. Cynthia Rose, Stacie, Emily, Lily, and Flo. Legacy looks about as rough as I feel, but the others look like they didn't just spend the entire night drinking.

"Well from what we heard, you really only made one terrible comment. Legacy won the bet," Chloe murmurs into my hair.

Legacy at least has the gall to look ashamed when I look over at her. I can't believe she even bet on me. She's clearly the only one here with any faith in me whatsoever.

"Well at least someone here has some faith in me. What horrible, backwards insult did I deliver this time?"

Amy is the first to start laughing, but the rest are relatively quick to follow. Chloe is the first to pull it together long enough to tell me what I said.

"She apparently ran into you in the bathroom and caught you by surprise. Which is no shock because you were drunk with a capital D last night. Anyway, you told her that she couldn't go sneaking up on you like some hot sneaky German chick," Chloe says while beginning to laugh again.

My head drops back into my hands as my embarrassment overtakes me. I am such a smooth talker. I'm sure she made sure to tell me that as well.

"How do you guys even know that," I ask begrudgingly.

Legacy pipes up this time. "Well, she told us. She came back from the bathroom long before you did. She told us what happened and let Chloe know that you should probably be taken home soon."

I groan and move to slam my head against Chloe's kitchen cabinets. Chloe puts her hand against my forehead so I can't do any real damage. I've clearly lost enough brain cells.

"Anyway, new topic. We told all the girls that we'd meet up for lunch and discuss the contract. We wanna give these people our answer asap," Chloe says.

I nod and run my hands through my hair. Fuck, I need a shower. And new clothes. And a new identity.

"Okay so let's meet up at café downtown around one-thirty," Chloe asks.

We all nod and begin to gather our stuff together. I go find my clothes from last night and my phone charger. A piece of paper falls out of my jeans when I pick them up. My eyebrows furrow together in confusion. I never carry anything in my pockets. I pick it up and notice the digits and name written in perfect script. She slipped her number into my jeans pocket. Holy shit.

"Beca, breathe. I can't have you passing out in my bedroom again," Chloe murmurs from behind me.

I turn and bury my face into her neck as I hold up the piece of paper. Chloe sighs and takes the scrap from my hand. I feel her smile against my forehead as she reads it over.

"Hey, this is awesome! She wouldn't have given you her number unless she wanted to see you again. I mean, yeah, we're all going on tour together, but it'll probably be nice to maybe just spend some quality time together or something, right? You totes have to text her today! Like right now," Chloe says excitedly.

I pull back from Chloe and look at her like she's grown a second head. "Uh, have you lost your mind? That sounds like the worst idea after last night."

Chloe grabs my shoulders and makes me look at her. "Hey, no. Beca, she wouldn't have given you this if she wasn't interested. Look, I know your last relationship went south. And I know you're afraid of that happening again, but that's no way to live life. She's into you, Becs. Just shoot her a text. All you have to do is say 'hey' or something. You don't have to confess your undying love for her or anything."

I let Chloe's words sink in for a few minutes before I nod. She's right. Sure, my relationship with Jesse went to shit. But we were never destined to be together like he always thought. I just wanted to make him happy. Even if it made me unhappy.

"Yeah, okay. I'll text her. I'll see you guys at the café. I need a shower. And I should probably check on Mr. Business," I murmur.

Chloe rolls her eyes and chuckles. "I still can't believe you named your ferret that. Go on, get out of my apartment."

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I don't actually text her until awhile later. And by awhile, I mean I've showered, eaten a pop tart, and let Mr. Business loose on my apartment. He's presently running around with his favorite ball in his mouth. Cute little fucker. I pick my phone up again. I've already saved her contact information. She's even under Luisa instead of Kommissar. I did put a cat emoji next to her name though. Come on Mitchell. You made out with her in a bathroom last night. You can send her a text.

I finally open up her tab and begin typing. Keep it simple, like Chloe said.

B: Hey, it's Beca

There, that wasn't so hard. Now we just wait. I glance at the time and notice it's already one. I should probably get going. I take a couple snapchats with Mr. Business for my story before placing him back in his pen. He just waddles over to his bed and plops down. Such a good boy. I check my phone as I get into my car. Still no text. It's only been a couple minutes, calm down.

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I drop into a seat next to Chloe. She grins at me and gives me a wink. I roll my eyes and pull out my phone. I have a new notification. I swallow sorta nervously and pull open my texts.

L: Beca? I don't believe I know a Beca. Unless this is a certain tiny maus, in which case that's how you should address yourself.

Are all Germans this infuriating or is it just her? Chloe catches sight of the text and giggles a little bit. I nudge her with my elbow. The last thing I need is the other girls teasing me about this. Especially Amy.

B: Yeah, the tiny maus. You are the terrifyingly tall German chick I made out with in a bathroom last night, right? Or am I texting another, equally as infuriating German?

Chloe gives me a sly thumbs up, signifying that I'm not making a complete fool out of myself. I tuck my phone into my pocket as the waiter comes to take our drink order. Chloe starts to go over the contract after we order our food. I'm kinda zoning in and out. I mean, we're gonna end up signing this thing anyway and then I'm gonna have to talk my boss into it. Looking so forward to that argument tomorrow morning. My phone buzzes in my pocket and I attempt to discreetly remove it.

L: You didn't seem to find me so infuriating last night. However, that is a different matter. What are you doing today?

B: I'm currently out to lunch with the Bellas. We're going over this contract so we can give the organizers an answer. We'll sign it either way. And it just means I'll have to talk to my boss and it'll go terribly.

L: Why do you think the talk with your boss will go terribly, tiny maus?

B: He's just super intense about work. Something about him sleeping on a bed of Grammies. I just don't feel like asking for like a year off work will go over well.

L: I can go with you, if you like? Maybe I can intimidate him as well as I did you when we first met.

I scoff and shake my head. Nobody intimidates my boss. It's practically impossible. I practically moan as our food finally comes out. I am so hungry. Chloe is still going over a few details of the contract, but she seems to resign herself after the food comes out.

"Are we signing this thing or not," Amy asks through a mouthful of food.

Everybody glances around at each other before their gazes land on me. "Why are you all looking at me? This is a group decision."

"Well, yeah, but you're like our unquestioned leader," Stacie says.

I finish chewing the toast in my mouth before I answer. My phone buzzes and I glance down at it quickly. Face the wrath of my boss or face the wrath of the blond German when I refuse this tour? I contemplate it for a few more minutes before I make my decision.

"Yeah, we're signing it."

Definitely the potential wrath of my boss.

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I'm ridiculously nervous as I walk into my boss's office the next morning. He's on the phone when I first walk in and holds up a finger. I nod and take a seat in front of his desk. My phone buzzes and I slip it out of my pocket. I have a couple texts from different people. Chloe has texted me saying she'll see me tonight for our second meeting with the organizers. Fat Amy has texted asking if I need any of her confidence for my boss talk. I try not to laugh when I read it. The last is from Luisa and oddly it's the most comforting.

L: You will be just fine, Beca. Call me if you need to talk afterwards.

I smile slightly and put my phone away as my boss hangs up. "What can I do for you, Reggie?"

I take a deep breath and launch into the logistics of this entire situation. He sits back and listens, at least not interrupting me while I explain what's going on. When I'm done, he temples his fingers and looks at me for a few seconds, silently.

"Okay, so you want me to basically give you a year off work to go do a tour with a group you competed against at an acapella championship thing," he asks.

I swallow the lump in my throat and nod. He continues to look at me for just a second before nodding.

"Okay. Your job will be here when you get back, Reggie. You're one of the best producers I have. Who would I replace you with? Dax? This company would go under faster than I could say his name. I'm glad you have this opportunity, Reggie. Get out, see the world, and then come back and write some kickass songs about it."

I smile at him and nod. "Absolutely. Thank you so much, sir. I appreciate it so much."

He nods and waves me out as his phone begins to ring again. I pull my phone out of my pocket as I exit his office. Luisa is the first person I think to text.

B: It went great! He told me my job would be here when I got back from the tour and all he wanted was for me to write kickass songs about it when I got back.

I pick my headphones back up and start listening through some of the tracks I'm supposed to listen to today. Looking for new talent is always such a joy. My phone buzzes a few minutes later.

L: That is fantastic news, tiny maus! I am glad you will be in a good mood at the dinner tonight. Perhaps we can go to the club again? ;)

B: Ha, no. After last night, I am in no condition to go out drinking again. You'll see me drinking plenty on the tour. You can show me around all the good places in Europe.

L: Of course! I would love to. Anyway, I have a business lunch in a few moments so I will see you tonight. Have a good day, tiny maus.

B: Good luck! And thanks, you too.

I smile to myself as I set my phone down. Maybe I won't make a complete fool of myself tonight. I bet the girls all have bets on me still.