The girls were halfway through their day's drive with about three hours to go until San Diego. It was probably the least amount of drama they had experienced together since they met, other than when they were sleeping of course. They spent the journey just listening to Beca's mixes, each lost in their own thoughts. Beca noticed that the redhead had begun to fidget in her seat about ten minutes prior. Chloe kept shifting her weight back and forth, leaning towards the window on her right leg and then switching to her left leg. The brunette was lounging across the backseat with her own back against the passenger door so she had a clear view of the ginger in the front passenger seat. Beca leaned her head against the back of Aubrey's seat to get a better look at Chloe's face as she continued to wiggle around. The older girl's forehead was scrunched up and she appeared to be gripping the seat with her hands. She was clearly uncomfortable but Beca wasn't sure why. Luckily, Chloe helped her out by crossing her legs and squeezing them tightly together.

Ah, she has to pee. Why doesn't she just say something? Right. Rambo. There's no way she's going to be able to hold this for three more hours. Kinda sucks that she's so worried about upsetting her best friend. Best friends shouldn't make you feel bad for needing to pee. Well, blondie already doesn't like me so I've got nothing to lose… other than a ride.

"Hey, Aubrey?"

"Yeah?"

"I really need to pee. Can you stop at the next gas station or diner?"

Chloe perked up, turning to look at Aubrey.

"No! I told you before we left to go to the bathroom and you chose not to do so. Hold it."

"Come on, dude. One pit stop is not going to make or break your trip."

"We'll be there in three hours. Just sit tight."

"Mmkay, well here's the deal. Either you stop soon or I make a mess all over your backseat."

Chloe whipped her head around to look at Beca in shock. Beca winked at her in response.

"You wouldn't dare!"

"Do you really want to find out? Besides Aubrey, you know we're going to hit some traffic heading into the city. It's definitely going to take longer than three more hours. We can gas up and not have to stop after that."

Aubrey sighed. She couldn't fight that logic. Damn, she hated that this girl was right so frequently. It was super annoying. Wait, is this what it's like for everyone else? Oh my god, no wonder I have trouble making friends.

"Fine. We'll stop at a gas station near Yuma."

Chloe let out a sigh of relief and gave Beca a look of appreciation. Beca nodded her head in acknowledgement. Fifteen minutes later the SUV rolled into another rundown gas station in the middle of the desert. As soon as Aubrey pulled up to a pump, Chloe was fleeing the car, waddling as fast as she could to the bathroom without peeing her pants. Luckily, this time the door opened without her needing a key and it was much cleaner despite outward appearances. Back in the car, Beca lazily got out of the car and stretched her arms overhead. Aubrey was already setting up the pump to fill the tank. She looked over at the brunette as she stretched her body and then glanced over to see her best friend exiting the restroom looking very relaxed. The blonde furrowed her brow before working out what had just happened. Beca had taken on the burden of pissing her off so that Chloe could avoid the confrontation with her best friend. For a badass, this tiny woman was proving to be a softie at heart. Beca pulled out her phone and her face scrunched up as she read something on the screen.

"Damn," the brunette muttered to herself.

"What was that?"

"Jesus, Chloe! Don't sneak up on me like that," Beca huffed. The redhead giggled in response.

"Bathroom is free now, Becs."

The small girl nodded and made her way over to the restroom while the redhead gazed on with a goofy grin on her face. Aubrey watched this enfold with growing trepidation. Chloe looked over to the blonde and her smile faltered the slightest bit as she walked towards her.

"What's with the smile, Chlo?"

"Just happy I guess. Looking forward to our vacation."

"Mhmm."

"What?"

Aubrey sighed. Everyone thought she was a stuck-up bitch with no empathy for others. Sure, she was a bitch. And yes, she could be stuck up. But, she did feel empathy. She didn't want to be the "Debbie Downer" but Chloe always had her head in the clouds. Sometimes, she needed Aubrey to give her a reality check even if she didn't like it in the moment.

"You have a crush on the hobbit."

"What? No. I… I don't have a…" Chloe floundered. Oh my god. That's what those weird feelings were when she talked about Jesse. I'm jealous… because I like her.

It's not like Chloe's never been attracted to women before. She had known she was into guys and girls since high school but it was always purely physical with women in the past. She had been with several girls in college but she hadn't had an emotional or romantic attraction to any of them. She thought they were hot and she wanted to have sex with them, which she did. Now that she thought about it, Beca is definitely beautiful and sexy but it was the brunette's personality that Chloe had been drawn to since they met a few days ago. She had found herself wanting to learn as much about the woman as possible rather than fantasizing about getting into her pants.

"You can't seriously be telling me you didn't realize this until now."

"Breeeeee. I've been having weird feelings but didn't recognize them for what they were. Do you think she might feel the same?" Chloe asked with a hopeful smile on her face.

Aubrey exhaled heavily. Here's where she has to be the bad guy with Chloe's best interests at heart. She thinks Beca might feel similarly based on her reaction to seeing the redhead naked that morning but it doesn't matter. They are ships passing in the night and Chloe needed to be reminded of that in order to protect her heart.

"Chloe. You barely know this girl. She's moving to L.A. permanently. We are vacationing in San Diego and then going back to Barden for our SENIOR year. We have the ICCA's and our future careers to plan. You need to stay focused. No alt-girl distractions allowed!"

Chloe let out a defeated sigh and looked back at the brunette coming out of the restroom, eyes glued down towards her phone.

"You're right. I know. I just feel so drawn to her. I can't explain it."

"Lock it up, Chlo," Aubrey ordered sternly. The redhead snapped her face back to Aubrey and nodded.

Beca finished texting and made her way back to the SUV. She wasn't looking forward to sharing the news she just received but she needed to figure out her next step. The girls climbed into the SUV and made their way back onto the highway.

"So, uh, do you guys have any specific plans while you're in San Diego?"

"Well, knowing Aubrey, we have some sort of itinerary. I mostly just want to go to the beach, eat tacos, drink tequila, and relax."

"So… Aubrey?"

"We'll be going to La Jolla to see the seals, taking a tour of the USS Midway museum set up by my father, walking around Old Town, visiting the zoo, and maybe seeing a Padres game. We are staying for a little more than two weeks so we have plenty of time to relax and go sightseeing. We opted to rent a place on the beach rather than book a hotel so we definitely don't need to worry about getting enough beach time."

Beca nodded her head while Aubrey answered though she wasn't really listening. She was preoccupied with her latest hiccup to her travel plans. Jesse had texted her when they stopped at the gas station in Yuma. He was expected to work late at his internship and couldn't come to San Diego today to pick up the pint-size brunette. He was very excited about getting to see Beca and promised to come down tomorrow to pick her up as soon as possible. Beca was struggling to gather the courage to ask Chloe and Aubrey if she could crash with them for one more night. This trip was doing a number on her fierce independence. Relying on others had not worked out well for Beca in the past and it was definitely out of her comfort zone to ask for help from people who were essentially strangers. Tuning back into Aubrey's rambling about their vacation accommodations, Beca figured there was probably a couch she could crash on considering they booked a beach rental. She just needed a non-awkward segue in the conversation to bring up her predicament.

"So Becs, where are you going to be staying in L.A.? Do you already have a place lined up?" Chloe enquired.

"I don't have anything picked out yet but I'll just stay with Jesse until I get my own place. "

Chloe grimaced in response. Aubrey caught the look out of the corner of her eye and frowned. This crush was a bit stronger than she initially thought. She had hoped Chloe just wanted to bang the girl. She had never seen the redhead get jealous in any of her other romantic pursuits. Probably because they were more sexual than romantic for Chloe. The girl was such a free spirit that she never actually made anything official with the people she "dated."

"Uh, speaking of couch surfing," Beca nervously continued, "Jesse texted me back at the gas station and said he can't come get me until tomorrow. Would it be cool if I slept on the floor or a couch in your place tonight? I swear I'll be out of your hair tomorrow."

The blonde glanced over at her best friend to see the excitement rising in her face at the possibility of spending extra time with the tiny woman. The redhead looked at Aubrey with the biggest puppy dog eyes and a huge pout. She really had no choice now.

"Yes, you can crash for one more night. He's definitely getting you tomorrow though right?"

"Yes. Absolutely. Thank you so much."

"It's no problem, Becs. We're glad to have you," Chloe responded cheerily.

Beca breathed a sigh of relief and texted Jesse to say tomorrow would be fine. Now that her sleeping arrangements were settled, she felt like she could relax again.

"So, you said you guys do a cappella. What kind of songs do you sing? What was your last set list?"

"Yeah, we are the best a cappella group at our school. At the championships last year, we sang The Sign, Turn the Beat Around, and Eternal Flame," Chloe responded quickly.

Beca scrunched her face up at those song titles. They were so old and outdated. There had to be a reason to sing those songs.

"Was there a retro theme to the competition?" Beca asked seriously.

"No," the older girls responded in unison.

"So, why those songs then? They're pretty ancient."

"We only sing songs made famous by women," Aubrey responded sharply.

"Okayyy, but those songs are tired. There are plenty of great songs by females from this century to choose from," the brunette retorted. "Did you guys win?"

Chloe could see that Aubrey was starting to get worked up by this conversation. The perfectionist was convinced that they had lost the ICCA's because of her vomit explosion. While it certainly sealed their fate, Chloe wasn't sure that even had she held it together they would have beat the Trebles anyway. She agreed with Beca. The set list was outdated and boring. But that wasn't something she wanted to discuss with her best friend right now. They were on vacation and needed a break from all that drama. She decided to move the conversation onward.

"No, we did not win. But, we're going to get our redemption next year!" Chloe stated confidently while placing a calming hand on the blonde's arm. Beca took the hint and let the conversation go.

"So, Beca, besides the guitar do you play any other instruments?"

"Yeah, I am fairly decent on the piano. I can play the drums a bit too, but not very well. How about you guys?"

"Well, I played the flute in middle school but I didn't love it. I quit for dance and choir."

"How about you, Aubrey?"

"No, I never learned to play any instruments. My father thinks that musical pursuits are frivolous."

"I hear ya. My Dad thinks that music is just a hobby. Can't wait to get the phone call from him when he realizes I moved to L.A. against his wishes."

Chloe frowned. She couldn't understand how some parents could be so unsupportive of their children. Her own parents encouraged her to pursue whatever career she wants whether it's becoming a veterinarian or a stripper. They will always support her – that's what family is supposed to do.

"What does your mom think of you moving?"

"I don't know."

"What does that mean? Did you not tell her either?" Chloe pushed.

Beca sighed heavily and rubbed her face. She had to decide if she would deflect, lie, or tell the truth. Her instinct was to deflect but she had a feeling that would not work with these two girls. They both had already shown themselves to be rather persistent. Her second choice was usually to lie and she did it pretty easily most of the time. She didn't want to be treated differently after she told them but she figured she probably wouldn't know them for much longer anyway.

"Well whether she knows and what she thinks about it, kind of depends on if you believe in the afterlife… my mom is dead. So if you believe in the life after death, then she knows I'm moving and I would guess that she's looking out for me."

"Oh my gosh, Beca. I'm so sorry. I didn't know."

"No worries, Chloe. You couldn't have known. She died when I was fifteen so I've had time to grieve and adjust."

"I'm sorry as well, Beca. I lost my mom when I was young too. It sucks," Aubrey added.

Beca raised her eyebrows in surprise. She had never met someone her own age who had also lost a parent. It would have been nice to know someone growing up who could relate to something as life changing as this.

"Yeah, it definitely sucks. Thanks."

The car remained silent for the next thirty minutes as each girl reflected internally. Aubrey and Beca, both spending that time wondering how different their lives might have turned out had their mothers not died. Maybe Aubrey wouldn't have become so rigid and militant. Her mom died from cancer when she was twelve. General Posen raised her and her older brother the only way he knew how – he treated them like soldiers. Her brother, Sam, eventually became an actual soldier just like their father. Aubrey would never be able to please her father the way that Sam could. Next to the blonde, Chloe desperately worked to keep herself from crying at the thought of losing her mom anytime soon. She did not want to burst into tears considering she was the one who had nothing to cry about. She made a mental note to call her mom soon and tell her how much she loved her. The brunette in the backseat shook herself out of her own morose thoughts and noticed the gloomy mood that seemed to be filling the vehicle. She felt guilty for being the cause of it. Yet another reason she typically didn't divulge the information that her mother had died. It was an instant mood killer. She wracked her brain to come up with a distraction. They still had over an hour until their destination and they needed to snap out of this funk. Her phone was still plugged into the SUV's sound system and an idea jumped into her head.

"Hey, you guys want to play a game?"

"YES!" Chloe exclaimed while clapping her hands together.

"Sure."

"Okay, so there aren't enough cars on the road to play the license plate game and we're in the desert so "I spy" isn't going to work either. I'm going to play a song but only the first three seconds. First to yell out the name and artist wins. If neither of you get it, I'll play five seconds, then ten, and finally fifteen. Make sense?"

Chloe and Aubrey were both very competitive by nature though the redhead was mostly interested in having fun. They both nodded that they understood. Beca selected the first song and the game had begun.

…

"This game is rigged!"

"Aubrey, don't be a poor sport."

"I'm not. But the last three songs have been rap and I don't know rap at all. You know all of them, Chloe. It's not fair."

"Okay, okay. Guys, settle down! This last one is for the win."

Beca hit play and let the first three seconds play before pressing pause. She smirked as she watched the girls trying to formulate their answers. It's a very well known song but it can be difficult.

"Ugh, I know the title but who's the artist?" Aubrey griped.

"Bree, I know the artist but not the title! Let's just team up and call it a tie?"

"Sounds good."

"Okay, contestants on three, please state your answers. One. Two. Three!"

"Under Pressure." "Vanilla Ice."

"VANILLA ICE? Chloe, seriously?"

"What? Isn't that the right song? Ice, Ice, Baby?"

"Oh my god, no. It was Under Pressure. Right, Beca?"

The brunette had been cackling in the backseat during this whole argument. She picked that song on purpose figuring that Chloe would hear it's similarities to Ice, Ice, Baby and Aubrey would recognize the actual song. She was trying to throw Aubrey a bone and let her win but this worked out way better than she had planned. The blonde glared at Beca through the rear view mirror. The small woman stopped laughing and smiled.

"Yes, Aubrey. It is Under Pressure by Queen. Ice, Ice, Baby by Vanilla Ice was criticized for "borrowing" the beat though he denied the similarities. They make a pretty good mashup if you ask me. Well, Aubrey technically wins since she correctly identified the song although she did not know the artist."

Beca could swear that the blonde had the smallest smile in the corners of her mouth after hearing herself declared as the winner. Chloe, on the other hand, stuck out her bottom lip in a pout and crossed her arms over her chest. Jesus, this girl is adorable. Wait. What? Where did that thought come from? Beca cast the thought from her mind and checked her phone. Well, the game had helped them to pass an hour. If everything was going to plan, they should only have about thirty minutes left in the drive. Of course, as Beca was thinking this, the SUV came to a stop.

"Damn, looks like you were right about traffic Becs."

Beca looked up to see they were now sitting in bumper-to-bumper traffic on route eight. This made sense considering it was four in the afternoon on a Friday. The GPS was showing an estimated arrival time of five o'clock now. The brunette decided that this was as good a time as any to take a nap. She stretched out her small frame across the backseat and moved her headphones on to her ears, almost immediately falling asleep.

"Beca. Hey, Becs. Time to wake up," Chloe whispered as she gently shook the younger girl's leg.

Beca looked up at the redhead bleary-eyed. It felt like she had just closed her eyes a few minutes ago but in reality a whole hour had passed. She let out a yawn and ran her hands over her face to wake herself up as the redhead walked around to the trunk to grab her bags. Aubrey was already out of the car and unlocking the beach house. It was a cute little home, less than a block from the beach. The yard was fenced in and had gorgeous fuchsia colored flowering trees throughout. Beca got up and helped Chloe carry the luggage into the home. There were two bedrooms and a small living room with a couch. Beca set her things next to the couch in the corner and continued towards the sliding glass doors to the backyard. The backyard was fairly small and consisted mainly of a tiny patio with a few chairs and bamboo torches. The brunette closed her eyes and took in a deep breath of salty air coming from the beach. It had been about seven years since she had been to the beach. Memories of that time in Hilton Head with her mother flashed through her mind. It was their last vacation together. It had been too difficult for her single mom to afford beach holidays after her father split.

"I've always loved the smell of the ocean."

Beca opened her eyes and turned to find Caribbean blue eyes staring back at her.

"Yeah, it's refreshing and calming."

"So, Aubrey and I are going to find a grocery store to stock up the kitchen. Do you want to come?"

"Uh, I'll just hang here if you don't mind."

"Yeah, no problem. Is there anything you want to put on the list?"

"No, no. I'm good. Thanks though."

"Can I see your phone for a minute?"

"Sure, I guess."

*Ding*

"There, now I have your number and you have mine. Text me if you change your mind about wanting something from the store."

Chloe handed the phone back with her signature smile and walked back through the house to the street. The blonde was already waiting in the SUV.

"Where's the hobbit?"

"She's going to stay here. I think she feels bad for having to stay with us again and wanted to give us time on our own."

"She better not burn the place down."

"Bree, relax. Let's go, I'm starving."

Beca walked into the house to get her guitar and returned to the backyard to continue to work on the song. She just about had the song completed minus lyrics. Lyrics were not her strong suit but every once in a while she came up with something worthwhile. As she finished playing through the song once more, her phone began to ring.

"Hey, Stace."

"Becs, did you make it to San Diego?"

"Yup, got here about… whoa, I lost track of time. I guess we arrived a little over an hour ago."

"Cool, so when is Jess coming to get you?"

"Not until tomorrow. I guess his internship is keeping him pretty busy. I'm crashing on the couch with Chloe and Aubrey."

"Oooo, two ladies at once. Nice!"

"Stacie! Keep it in your pants. I meant I'm sleeping on the couch at their place."

"You blushed! Beca Mitchell does not blush unless she is actually interested. Do you have a crush on one of them? Let me guess, the redhead?"

"Ugh, Stace, stop it. They are both very beautiful. Blondie can't stand me but Chloe seems really… I don't know... she's different. But I'm only going to know them for one more night."

"And why is that?"

"Because, I'm moving to L.A. and they are going back to Atlanta."

"I'm not sure if you're aware but there are these things called the INTERNET and CELL PHONES! There's no reason you can't stay in touch and it's not like I'm suggesting you marry the girl. Just have some fun. I've got like three long distance sexting relationships and I don't plan to see any of them any time soon."

"Ugh, gross. I don't need to know about that. I've heard enough about the hunter to last me a lifetime. Besides, I doubt she's into girls and even if she is, you know I don't do casual sex."

"Whatever, you're such a prude. So where are these gorgeous girls anyway?"

"They went grocery shopping but it's kinda been a while. Maybe I should text Chloe to see if they're okay."

"Oh, so you got them digits already huh?"

"I'm hanging up now."

"K, love you byeee!"

Beca shook her head and smiled as she hung up. Stacie teases her relentlessly but it's all in good fun. The sun is starting to set and she is a little bit worried about the girls.

DJHitchhiker: Hey, it's been a while. You guys doing okay?

Red: Aww, do you miss us?

DJHitchhiker: Nevermind.

Red: lol, we're on our way back right now. We got a bit lost. Should be there in about 5 minutes.

DJHitchhiker: Alright, see you soon.

True to their word, the older girls pulled up in front of the house five minutes later. Beca walked out to the SUV and helped them carry the multiple bags of groceries inside. It looked like they had enough food for a month. Aubrey had insisted on preparing most of their meals at home instead of eating out the whole vacation. They needed to still have "bikini ready" bodies when they got back to Barden and consuming boardwalk French fries everyday for two weeks was a quick way to wreck that. Chloe noticed that Beca's guitar was outside next to the chair on the patio.

"Beca, Aubrey said you were writing a song this morning?"

"Uh, yeah. I've been working on a song for about a month now."

"Can you play it for us while we get dinner prepared?"

Beca rubbed the back of her neck and looked at the guitar through the glass door. She never played her originals for anyone except for Stacie and occasionally, Fat Amy. She felt bad and hated to say no to the redhead but she just wasn't comfortable sharing something this personal with someone she barely knew.

"It's not really finished yet. Maybe some other time. Do you guys mind if I take a shower?" the brunette asked. She needed to get out of the room so Chloe wouldn't beg her to play. She didn't think she could resist the pout.

"Bathroom is all yours. Dinner will be ready in thirty minutes. We're having spaghetti with Bolognese sauce," the blonde replied.

"Sounds great. Thanks."

Chloe turned to face Aubrey as the younger woman left the room and sure enough she was sporting a heavy pout.

"I told you she wouldn't want to sing."

"But her voice is so amazing. I need to hear it again," Chloe whined.

"Let it go, Chlo."

Chloe huffed and began to assist her best friend with the meal preparation.

…

"Wow, that was amazing. Compliments to the chefs!" Beca praised.

"That's all Aubrey. The girl can cook. I just help chop things and boil water," Chloe deflected.

Aubrey shrugged. "I had to learn to cook after my mom passed. I'm the only girl in my family and my Father is clueless in the kitchen."

"Well, it was seriously delicious. Thanks," Beca replied.

"So, Beca, since it is your first and last night in San Diego, I think we should go out with a bang!" the redhead exclaimed.

"Chloe…"

"Uh, I'm good with just chilling here."

"No, no way. It's your last night with us too. We gotta do it up!"

"Chloe, I spent the last few days driving. I'm too tired to go out," Aubrey growled under her breath at her friend.

"Bree, I'm not asking to go clubbing or dancing all night. There's this dueling piano bar I heard about in downtown. It's supposed to be a fun time. We'll just have a couple drinks and enjoy the atmosphere. Pleaseeeeeee."

"Hobbit?"

"I'll do whatever you decide, Rambo."

Aubrey let out a defeated groan. Beside her, the redhead excitedly clapped her hands together knowing she had once again gotten her way.

"Okay, everyone go change, we should leave in thirty minutes."

Beca put on her signature black skinny jeans with distressed knees, a dark blue form-fitting scoop neck t-shirt, and her chucks. Though it wasn't the dressiest outfit, she felt it should be good enough for a night at a piano bar. Chloe and Aubrey, on the other hand, each chose dresses with high heels. They definitely made Beca look a bit like a slouch but she didn't care what random people in a bar thought of her looks anyway. As they walked into the bar, they noticed that it was definitely a popular spot to go. The place was busy and there was a fun vibe throughout the bar. They were able to find a small unoccupied table towards the back. Aubrey walked up to the bar to order a round of drinks – vodka cranberry for Chloe and a gin and tonic for herself. Being nineteen meant Beca couldn't partake but as she had told them earlier, she doesn't drink anyway. Chloe had forgotten and felt a little bad about taking her someplace like this but Beca waved her off and said it was fine. In the center of the place, there were two large Steinway pianos set up on stage opposite each other. Patrons could write down songs on pieces of paper, which they then placed on the piano with money for the pianist to play. The more money you put down, the more likely your song was to be played. House music was playing through the stereo sound system while they waited for the dueling piano show to begin. Aubrey returned to the table with their drinks and a soda for Beca. The brunette nodded appreciatively. As the girls sipped their drinks and took in their surroundings they overheard a commotion behind them.

"What do you mean he can't play? The show is supposed to start in five minutes!"

"I don't know. He called to say that he broke his hand falling off his skateboard an hour ago."

"Can Mark cover?"

"No, he's in L.A. with his band for a gig."

"This is a nightmare."

"Can't I just play by myself?"

"Billy, it's a dueling piano show. There's supposed to be two of you. We sold out the show. I'm going to have to refund everyone. We have two bachelorette parties here tonight. We are going to lose so much money."

As the girls listened to the conversation, Chloe got an idea.

"Excuse me, sir. I couldn't help but overhear your predicament."

"Miss, I'll give you your refund as soon as I can."

"No, um, I think I might have a solution for you."

"Chloe," Aubrey drawled. "What are you doing?"

The redhead beamed at the brunette next to her and waggled her eyebrows. Beca gulped. Despite not knowing this girl very long, she could tell this was not a good sign.

"My friend, Beca, is an amazing pianist. I'm sure she could fill in for the night."

"Chloe, what the hell? You've never even heard me play." Beca angrily whispered to the girl. "I'm sorry, sir. She doesn't know what she's talking about."

"Can you play piano?"

"Well, yea."

"How long have you been playing?"

"Ten years."

"Can you play popular music?"

"Sure, but I'm not a professional. You don't want me."

"I don't need a professional. I just need someone who can play pop music and show tunes."

"I'm sorry, I can't."

"I'll pay you five hundred dollars and you can keep whatever tips you make."

Beca waivered for a moment. That money would be incredibly helpful to getting her new life started in Los Angeles. She didn't like playing in public but it was only one night, and she'd never see these people again.

"Deal."

Aubrey's lawyer senses began to tingle.

"You need to pay her half up front or produce some sort of one night contract so she knows she'll get paid."

The owner chuckled at the brazen blonde. He pulled a wad of cash out his pocket and handed two one hundred dollar bills and a fifty to Beca.

"Oh, you have to sing too. You can sing right?"

"She can! She's aca-amazing," Chloe answered for her.

"Okay, get on up there kid. Billy will explain the rest."

Oh, shit.