The Story So Far | Chapter Two
Beca's POV
Ever since summer started, my mind has been blocked. I couldn't have an idea what song should I write, I never even had a relationship before so I can't write songs like Taylor Swift, Adele, and more. Graham though in the other hand had a lot of relationships so meaning all of our relationship songs came from his stories. I'm the one who writes the songs. Anyway, we don't write songs that are made-up instead we experience it so it would sound and feel natural. Dylan had been consoling me ever since the loss, it has been bugging me though, I don't like people around me, I don't like people who care about me, and that's probably why I'm single. I don't even care at all, now I'm here laying around my bed ever since summer started. Gray was out to Florida for a while with his family, Dylan was in Germany to visit his relatives and Hunter.. I don't know about Hunter. He's probably doing a summer job teaching little kids on how to play drums.
Here I am, waiting for college to come. If we already won the BotB, I'm not probably going to college instead we're already working on singles, EPs, albums and having live concerts everywhere but no, I'm here sitting, laying and waiting for the light bulb to come out my brain.
I spent summer mostly with playing videos games, making guitar intro demos and getting that freaking idea for a song. Hit or Miss was probably the best song we've wrote so far but then it wasn't the judges' taste yet it was the audience's taste also Hit or Miss was made because one of Graham's love stories.
Day by day, I still haven't get the idea. Week by week, still nothing. 2 and a half months have passed and being a freshman is no longer in 2 weeks. It's all gonna start in a week, Graham was back from Florida since last week, also Dylan is coming back tomorrow, and Hunter.. Well, he's done with his summer job.
"Still finding that song?" Gray asked, I didn't answer instead I gave him a look of negativity. "Well, I still have no story to make that winning song."
"You didn't get a fling this summer?" I joked.
"You know what shut up," he snickered. "I've already been out 5 months without finding a rebound. Ever since that Sarah broke my heart to pieces."
"Wow, never thought you would even not last a day without a relationship.."
He hit me playfully, "Screw you! I hope you get someone in college," he winked while I rolled my eyes. "Look, you're the best songwriter I know, you have to experience something. You need to, it's a must."
I mumbled a small yeah, and the conversation died. Dylan's coming home tomorrow, and college is starting next week. This better be it.
This is it. A new beginning, we're already freshmen. My dad's working in Barden University ever since mom and he got divorced. It's for free anyway, so let's give it a shot.
Waving to the guys, I'm walking to the girls' dorm with my left hand carrying my guitar and some guys were carrying the rest of my stuff. There are a lot of people here. I already told you that I like personal space, so I won't go outside every now and then.
Walking to my dorm room, I see that my roommate is named, Kimmy-Jin. Asian. Opening the door, I saw Kimmy-Jin setting up her room or should I say our room, as I opened the door she looked at me unfriendly.. Weird.
"Uh hey," I started. "You must be Kimmy-Jin, uh, I'm Beca." Placing my guitar on the bed. She didn't respond, maybe she doesn't know English that much. "No English?" Still.. No response. "Yes English? Just tell where you at with English." And with that she didn't even speak a word. I guess she hated me at first sight.
After the guys sent my items to my room, I thanked them and set up my stuff. I put up my amplifier, my guitar stand, my laptop for recording in my room. I also put up some stickers because why not? Finally, I was tired from setting up my stuff, I head over to check on my guitar and tune it.
"Hey, this is campus police. Hide your wine coolers," I heard someone shout outside our door. It was my dad. It's so embarrassing, Kimmy-Jin was staring at me, again unfriendly. "Just your old man making a funny."
I said, "Chris Rock, everybody."
"Hey, you must Beca's roommate. I'm Dr. Mitchell, Beca's dad. I teach Comparative Literature here." He was talking to Kimmy-Jin. I was silently laughing that Kimmy-Jin gave him a look telling me that she didn't care. My dad ignored her and proceeded to talk to me.
"So when did you get here? How did you get here?" he asked.
"With the guys," I said. "I didn't want to inconvenience you and Sheila. How's the stepmonster?"
"She's fine, thank you for asking," he smiled, thinking that I cared about the monster. "She's actually in Vegas at a conferen—"
"Oh no, dad. I don't actually care, I just wanna say stepmonster." Kimmy-Jin looked at us with a dirty look and dad gave me the usual look every time I say I hated my stepmother.
"So, have you guys have been on the quad yet? It's spring time, all the students study on grass—"
"I don't want to study in grass, dad. I need to move to LA, make songs with the guys and start paying my dues," I interrupted him once again.
"Oh here we go again, Beca. You know Beca, even if you won that stupid battle of the bands. Being in a band is not a profession, it's like a group, it's not a job unless you guys are like Led Zeppelin, Green Day, blink-182-"
"That's not what – I.. I want to make music, I want to play music, dad. I want people to sing our songs around the world and inspire other bands. And don't call that battle stupid."
"But you're going to get a college education first. For free, I might add. End of story," he told me.
"I'm going to the Activities Fair," Kimmy-Jin chimed in as she stood up and left.
"Uh, me too. I'm going to the Activities Fair with my super good friend, Kimmy-Jin," I said as I walked out the dorm room and followed Kimmy where was the Activities Fair.
As soon as we arrived outside, there were lots of people. I don't like this. I'm supposed to if I like being in a band, but not this kind of people outside. Kimmy-Jin was signing up for a club called, "Korean Student Association". I didn't even bother to follow her further instead I was looking for the guys.
"Taking names, taking numbers, join our righteous frat. If you ain't pledging Sigma Beta, you ain't worth no crap!" Some frat guys were gimmicking while I rolled my eyes.
I saw Gray and Hunter checking out the.. Treblemakers? So I went over there, and greeted them.
"Hey Beca!" Dylan greeted. "Check this cool a capella group."
The Treblemakers started Let it Whip and they made the instruments from their mouths. Pretty lame. But it sounds good anyway.
"I'm going to check out the clubs," I told them while I turned around to leave.
"See you!" Gray told me.
I was walking around and I saw someone handed me a flyer. It was Barden Bellas? Wow.
"Hey, any interest on joining our a cappella group?" a ginger with bright blue eyes told me as she handed me the flyer.
"Oh right – This is like a thing now," I told her, trying to tell them it's lame.
"Oh totes – We sing covers of songs but we do it without any instruments, it's all from our mouths," she explained while the blonde girl beside her was nodding.
"Yikes," I muttered.
"There's four groups on campus, the Bellas, that's us. We're the tits. The BU Harmonics," she pointed to every single one. "They sing a lot of Madonna. Um, the High Notes, they're not particularly motivated and there's the—" she didn't even bother to say the name of the Treblemakers, maybe they're rivals. She just turned around while the blonde turned around too.
"So, are you interested?" she asked me, finally.
"Uh no, sorry it's just it's pretty lame," I replied, trying not to sound harsh. The redhead looked disappointed as I said that but I shrugged it off.
"Aca-scuse me?" The blonde girl finally said something but that's a lame pun. "Synchronized lady dancing to a Mariah Carey chart topper is not lame."
"We sing over the world and compete in National Championships," the redhead chimed in, trying to sound bubbly again.
"On purpose?" I replied harshly.
The ginger just smiled and didn't bother to shut me off. "We played the Cobb Energy Performing Arts Centre, you bitch!" the blonde girl faked a smile while the redhead indirectly stopped her, clearly defending me.
"Oh.. What Aubrey means to say is that we are a close-knit, talented group of ladies." Woah, talented. "Whose dream is to return to the National Finals at Lincoln Center this year, help us turn our dreams into a reality?" the redhead gave me convincing eyes. Damn it, stop it. Her eyes are so beautiful. Wait what?
I shook my head mentally and told them, "Sorry, I don't even sing like that but it was really nice to meet you guys." And then I walked away.
That redhead looked like she wanted me to be a part there. But really, I have no interest on joining that a cappella group.
"Hey Becs!" Gray went over to me and put his arm around me while I shook it off. "Found any good clubs?" he asked me.
"Nope," I answered, popping the P.
"Well, I guess we have to go on to our separate ways," Gray told me.
"What?" I clearly don't know what he was talking about.
"We're trying to join the Treblemakers," he told me. Wait what?
"Is this an indirect way of saying I quit on joining the Battle of the Bands?"
"What? No! You see, we're trying to find that encounter that will help us find the song, right? Look, we're gonna join. Of course, I'm not giving up on the band. We promise you that." I didn't reply instead I rolled my eyes. "Join a group too, Becs. We're still gonna have rehearsals and band meetings."
I nodded while they all nudged my shoulder. "Hey, band meeting later," I told them while they all nodded.
A/N: Here you go, guys! Chapter 2, Chloe is already here! I read all your reviews and I have to thank you guys for that! You convinced me, well here it is! I'll try to update fast before school starts. Yep, it's summer here so yeah. I hope I can update more before it starts! See you, guys! Basically Turpitude is New Found Glory in this story so. Please R&R, it motivates me. ;)
