I think this chapter will consist of p.o.v's from 3 different girls. But don't worry, it won't all be p.o.v. That would be bland and the last thing I want to do is bore anyone! It's just... I like to lay out the foundation instead of diving right in. I feel like it's not as rushed and sets a better tempo for the whole story. Maybe it's just me :P
Just in case you aren't aware, the characters are out of character - especially Chloe. And the storyline is different since Chloe is the freshman, while Beca is the senior. All credit for the original characters and movie goes to Kay Cannon. Sorry if any of you wanted Chloe in character :(
-sigh- ;) Anna Kendrick and Brittany Snow :3 Felt like there were numerous times where they potentially could have kissed :)
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Chloe's P.o.v -
To say I am terrified of heading off to Barden is a tremendous understatement. I...I'm petrified. Not of school, but to meet new people. L-let's just say I'm not the most outgoing or confident. Sure, I was popular in high school, but that still doesn't mean I know who I am or how people will perceive me. I know I shouldn't care if others regard me highly, but I don't wish for anyone to dislike me, if I can help it. Plain and simple; I'm quite a bit self-conscious. And I hate when people are mad at me or there's conflict between us. It's just not a good feeling and I want to keep the peace. I'm not a troublemaker; I'm a peacemaker.
Truthfully, I just haven't found my calling; as cliche as that sounds. Hopefully I find it here at Barden College.
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Beca's P.o.v -
I can't believe Aubrey blew chunks in the Lincoln Center at the a cappella nationals! Although this is uncalled for, it was Aca-larious in a sick, twisted kind of way. Okay, but seriously she needs to calm the hell down. She takes a cappella way too seriously. She needs to chill out and have some fun.
I will say our captain of last year was even more obstinate and harsh than Aubrey, which says a lot. But, now she is way more uptight since "we" control the reigns. I don't see how we're going to recruit anyone after last year's performance. Aca-disasters spread like riff-offs in the courtyard. So...I can't say we'll take back our title after that "glorious" showcase, but hell, we'll do our best!
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Aubrey's P.o.v -
I could just scream; I'm so aca-raged! I know, it's my fault we lost nationals, but I can't help that I'm a nervous mess up on stage. The captain then, made it even worse for Beca and me. She said we weren't certified to be in charge of the Bellas when they took their leave. Usually something such as that wouldn't bother me, but the words stung and are indefinitely burned into my heart and soul...
That's not going to prevent me from achieving success though; I'm going to create flyers. We'll distribute them. Beca and I will recruit hot girls who can sing. It's all going to work out, right?! Of course it is! We're leaders this time and we want to win what is rightfully ours in the first place. We've won the national competition twice since I've attended Barden. It would have been a three-peat, if not for me. I'm my biggest critic; it can be useful and it can be a downfall. But we have to beat our arch-rivals; the Treble Makers! The judges typically prefer the classical music renditions. It seems times have changed though, because they thoroughly enjoyed the newer songs done by the Trebles...But I'm still going to stick with what I believe will be most beneficial for the Bellas. Now if only there was a way to get girls to sign up...
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(It's the first day of the new semester at Barden College. The activities fair is ready for new faces to join and every club is looking for that special something...)
"Whoa, Aubrey look at the ginger! She must be an incoming freshie!" Beca exclaimed in an excited manner, which wasn't her in any way.
"Yes? Way to state the obvious. What's your point, Beca?"
"Well Aubrey...Don't you think she might have potential? Let's give her a flier and see if she's interested in a cappella. She looks like a good fit for the team, right? She's pretty cute and could definitely turn some heads."
Beca had a twinkle in her eyes that Aubrey had never seen before and it actually scared her for some unknown reason.
"Sure, she's cute, but can she sing?" Aubrey questioned while furrowing her brow.
Beca nodded. "Well, this is the activities fair, so why don't we go and ask her to sing for us? She's a freshie, so she's probably dying to find her place at Barden. Plus, after your upchuck at nationals, hardly anyone wants to try out 'cause they think we're going to choke again. Or upchuck on them, for that matter," Beca quipped.
Aubrey scoffs and says, "You're kidding me? We are not going to choke again! Don't even joke about me getting sick, it's not the least bit funny! But It's fine; we're fine! We're going to win nationals, okay? You can't have doubts Beca; it's a bad look. We'll find the right girls and it'll be aca-epic! We're leaders and we have to win. It's our senior year!"
"Calm down Bree, you were talking so quickly that I could barely comprehend what you said." Aubrey gets worked up over trivial matters. She also always has to be in control, 'cause that's what's comfortable for her. "No need to fret over something that we can solve. Sorry about the joke, I couldn't help myself."
"Don't tell me to calm down because I can't. I know I overreact to almost everything, but I can't help who I am." Aubrey shook her head, but reluctantly agreed with Beca's last statement. "Fine Beca, but I'm blaming you if we can't find anyone to audition."
Aubrey said it with a harsh tone. Not only because she has that type of personality, but also because a cappella is Aubrey's whole world.
Beca knew Aubrey couldn't help being who she is and she wouldn't have it any other way. But she would love it if Aubrey could loosen up a little; just a little.
"Okay, I'm sorry for telling you to calm down and I love who you are. I will take blame if no one ends up auditioning, alright." Beca assured her with a smirk.
"It's okay Becs, you don't have to say sorry. You didn't do anything wrong. I'm just psycho and always need to have things go my way. I'm a control freak who never listens to anyone else's input. If it's anyone's fault for not having any auditions, it's mine. I'm always hard on myself, so I transfer those critiques onto other individuals. It's a habit. I swear I have the best of intentions...
Beca smiled at Aubrey's little confession. She knew Aubrey was a perfectionist and only wanted to get everything just right.
"You're not psycho, you just have to loosen up at times and would it kill you to have some fun? Beca teased her. And maybe you could try listening to other people's opinions. Different ideas can lead to a kick-ass outcome!"
Aubrey gave Beca a knowing look that said she consented. "You're right, but change is hard, especially for someone like me. I'll do my best, but you're mean!" She stuck her tongue out in a playful manner. "I know how to have fun; I just don't show it that often."
Beca scoffed and replied, "If you mean never, then yes, you're correct."
"Aca-harsh... And you said I was cruel," Aubrey joked.
Beca laughed lightly. "Trust me, you are...sometimes. But you can also be nice, caring, funny, and so much more. I think you should consider showing that side, and then people might actually want to be on the team."
Aubrey audibly sighed. "Fine, I'll attempt to be more aca-pproachable. Oh, by the way, you should probably go recruit your freshman before she signs up for Judaism or something else useless, like pottery."
"Right, 'cause she looks like she would do both of those." Beca chuckled at Aubrey's outlandish accusations. "Well, I'm off to obtain the freshie," Beca added with a wink. "Watch me reel her in like a pro."
Aubrey rolled her eyes at Beca's playful antics. "I've got to see this play out. I'll be watching a master at work," Aubrey sarcastically mocked.
"You're so nice Bree. Be back in a flash," Beca shot back with a Cheshire cat grin.
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The ginger Beca was searching for was sitting beneath a tree. Nothing odd about that. But what was odd, was that she was alone, not trying to converse with anybody. And then she heard it...
The voice of an angel.
"Sunday morning rain is falling
Steal some covers share some skin
Clouds are shrouding us in moments unforgettable
You twist to fit the mold that I am in
But things just get so crazy living life gets hard to do
And I would gladly hit the road get up and go if I knew
That someday it would lead me back to you
That someday it would lead me back to you."
She was singing Sunday Morning by Maroon 5. They're my guilty pleasure. I know, I don't look like much of a pop person, but they're pretty enjoyable to listen to. I decide to go out on a limb and sing the chorus. She has to join the Bellas. So I start harmonizing with the ginger.
"That may be all I need
In darkness she is all I see
Come and rest your bones with me
Driving slow on Sunday morning
And I never want to leave."
Their voices blended together splendidly and Beca couldn't be more proud of the talent she discovered in the redhead. After that verse though, the other female abruptly stopped singing...
"To say the freshie was startled and embarrassed by me singing along with her was an understatement. She looked absolutely terrified. She also must be pretty nervous and timid since she turned a deep shade of pink. As much as I'd hate to admit; damn it, she was too cute. Whoa, what am I thinking? I came here to recruit her, not to serenade her."
The redhead seemed to still be frozen in fear or shocked or apprehensive. Actually, maybe all three. Beca decided to cut the tension.
"Hi, I'm Beca Mitchell and I just wanted to say, you have a killer voice. I'm in a group called the Bellas. We're an all female group of a cappella singers and we're looking for brand new members. Wanna join the Barden Bellas?" Beca asked a little too enthusiastically. But hey, she couldn't contain her joy.
There was still no response coming from the other girl. It was a bit unnerving even though Beca had become much more confident over the years. Now the situation had turned extremely awkward and neither girl knew what to do to solve the issue. The other girl just stared down into her lap, careful to miss Beca's gaze and to avoid eye contact.
"Look, I'm sorry if I startled you. I didn't mean t-"
But Beca didn't get to finish what she was saying because the ginger packed her things and ran off faster than the Bellas had after last year's performance. Which was pretty damn fast.
Beca spotted something. "What's this? A journal of some sort? I better return this to her," Beca internally stated. She looked inside and saw that the name of this mystery girl is Chloe. "What a pretty name. Either way, I have to return her journal. But why did she run away from me?" She didn't know.
All Beca knew was that it was one of most awkward encounters she'd ever come across. And yet, she still wanted to get to know this Chloe for some reason.
