It's been a while since they've gotten the whole crew together.
Sure they've all kept in touched, opened a What'sApp group convo that constantly pings of Stacie's conquest and a FB chat that has an endless scroll up feature through all of Amy's life advice. It's really the only place where Lilly's rather satanic comments are documented down for all the Bella's to squint at and worry over.
The Bella's have kept up with each other's lives and while it truly is not like how they were when they all lived together, it was also not as isolating as Beca had thought it'll become. They don't give up on one another cause once a Bella always a Bella. They are sisters and every two months they all group together for a dinner date, karaoke or just a mass movie night on skype for those that are out of the state or country.
They've done some performances after graduation but never one as showy as being guest stars in Emily's tour. The stadium is abuzz, while they moved out into position, they've kept their heads down, ready to begin when the moments right. Beca can feel the adrenaline surge through her veins, making her hand shake a little bit. It's been a while since she's switched to being in the background, readying compositions as a producer instead of being in the spotlight as a performer.
"Here we are at Emily's first tour round and what's a better way to welcome her back to the Bella old stomping grounds than having her whole team with her?" Gail is the opening announcer.
"Who would have thought that gangly doll would've gotten so popular." John's smarmy stare has the other cohost sighing.
"Certainly not you, John, because you don't think women are as capable as men."
"That you're right Gail, you're lucky to be sitting even next to me but it was smart of Emily to invite us here all the same."
"She didn't."
Unfazed, he soldiered on, focussing their broadcast onto the show at hand, "Now! The Barden Bella's in a guest performance in Fleshlight!"
The laughter is surreal, spluttering out from those closes to the speakers and then echoing forward onto the stage.
"It's… It's Flashlight actually." Emily squeaks with her cheeks aflame as she waves her mic to signal for a clarification but the two has-been judges remain silent.
The other Bellas more accustomed to the horror that was John and Gail overcome the laughter by building up their voices to blend into the base rhythm, their beats coming together in a well rehersed staccato of tones to support Emily's lead.
"I'm stuck in the dark but you're my-" it's Beca's turn to sing when she catches a glimpse of gold blonde hair and eyes as hard as diamonds. Holy shit it was the Kommissar. "-fleshlight."
The other Bella's stumble into Beca as she stalls right in midsentence and dance step after completely mutilating the word. The crowd is shrieking with laughter but everyone pulls through. There are several more times during the song when she manages to make eye contact with the amazon of a woman but she pushes through without too many more hitches.
"Well there you have it, Gail, it really is Fleshlight; a man knows his toys, pay up!"
"I'm not ponying up anything until we've interview the Bellas over this excruciating humiliation, one would think they've outgrown such newbie mistakes."
"The lyrics make a lot more sense if it is Fleshlight."
"It would for you John, it would for you."
…
"Oh my god, Emily, I'm so sorry I can't believe I just did that cause John said it but then I said it!"
They are off the stage now; the Bellas having bowed off stage after the opening number while Emily killed it in the coming sets.
There are hollers for an encore but after the second repeat Emily politely waved goodnight to her fans and found her producer still anxiously waiting for her in the back stage.
Before Emily can even begin to dismiss Beca's worry, Amy chimes in, "Beca, come on, it's cool, it's not like you were trying sabotage our opening gig and ruin Emily's career," then she lifts her hand up to her lips and in false whisper, "unless you were, your secrets are safe with me though it's not very sporting."
"No, Amy, I was not!"
"What happened out there though," Cynthia Rose has an eyebrow arched in judgement, "it's rare to ever see you drop the ball."
"I don't know, okay, I just thought I saw…someone and they were getting into my mind or something."
"Oh my god, I know what this is. We've all seen it before, you have a toner going on, its Jesse isn't it, is he out there making lewd faces at you?" Aubrey moves to the curtains intent on hunting down the source of Beca's humiliation but Chloe pulls her friend back by the elbow.
"Beca, really," Chloe is channeling her inner school teacher; the tone alone has Beca gawkily shrinking away, "you know we aren't supposed to let anyone get in the way of music."
"What! How about you two!" Beca accuses, throwing the attention back to her once co-leaders.
Chloe's hand is still staying at the crook of Aubrey's arm; she's also shifted to lean a little closer to her roommate, "we're just friends."
"Yeah, I always sleep with my friends."
"Stacie aside, you should actually want to be with your significant other." Aubrey isn't letting Beca get away with a thing. "Have you ever considered why you don't particular feel inclined to spend time with Jesse other than the fact that he's a straight up smuck?"
"Oh my god, no stop with the interrogation, how about I just buy the drinks for tonight-"
"I hope I'll be included on that invite, little mouse."
Beca can feel the hair on the back of her neck stand up straight. She pivots around on her heel, painfully slow, as if delaying any eye contact would allow her to retain some of her mental capacities. "Holy fuck." She's wrong. She's gone.
The Kommissar is in here, back stage, with Beca and the Bellas and holy shit. Beca has probably died and dropped right down to the deepest depths of hell cause she's a sweating nervous wreck. The other woman is clad in all back, a deep V halter top that cut short to reveal toned abs and skinny jeans that were probably spray painted on. She waves her backstage pass at the approaching guard who promptly leaves the group before Beca could desperately call him back.
"Well who wouldn't want you here?" Beca manages out, one of her hands having floated up and with a mind of its own to graze against the Kommissar's bare mid drift, she snatches her hand back and has the nerve to look appalled at the taller woman for existing. "Because there wouldn't be a reason for you not to ever be anywhere cause you're flawless and probably out shine whatever lights they've added in and stuff you know."
"Mmmhmmm," her skin actually glimmers, Beca's screwed. "Thank you."
"She hasn't gotten any better, has she?" Pieter comments as he practically looms over Beca but moves off when the Kommissar waves her fingers dismissively in his face.
The rest of the Bellas walk to stand behind Beca, waiting for some kind of verbal bout and feeling like their friend needed their support more than ever.
"So what brings you here?" Chloe is professionally welcoming, now that they had no real feud or competition between their groups.
"Yeah," Beca snips, feeling like a side kick but wanting normal banter to flow instead of whatever the hell her mouth had her doing. "What are you even doing here, is it business or… fun…work." She stammered, she doesn't stammer.
"Business of course but there's always room for pleasure." That's a purr, there's no way to describe it as anything but a purr in the way 'pleasure' was pronounced. It's practically sinful.
"You have time for that? I mean don't you have to tackle another competition or destroy some impressionable mind of their orientation?! " Beca blushes and feels her friends' stares at her verbal vomit.
Aubrey who has yet to be officially introduced to the Kommissar is still at Chloe's side has smartly restrained away from whatever catastrophe Beca seemed intent in starting. Though if she were to let this continue any longer Beca would probably combust or implode, she's never seen her friend acting like this, not even around Jesse.
Aubrey slips her arm from Chloe's hold and steps between Beca and the taller woman. She casts her eyes on the intruder that had everyone at such a high alert and has turned Beca into everything a useless Lesbian would be. She means it in the fondest sense. "Well how about we all meet at the Eternity club then, our P.A.'s will be in touch with yours."
"We'll see you there." Pieter snaps his fingers and a P.A. scurries up and coordinates with one of Emily's people.
"I'll look forward to seeing you again, little mouse." After a nod from Kommissar they turn in unison.
"I'm so fucked."