Chapter 9

Beca was on her water break when she heard her phone chime. Seeing it was a text message from Luke, she clicked it open while drinking her water.

Becky! Something strange happened today at the park. A cute redhead came to me and asked about you, so I gave her your number. Just thought I should let you know. – Luke

Beca almost choked on the water. She coughed for a while and furiously typed back.

DUDE! YOU DID WHAT?! – Beca

Her face was a little red and she was still coughing a little. She started to panic while waiting for Luke's response. It must have been Chloe. How did she know I was at that park? And Why is she looking for me? Beca thought, tapping her fingers on her phone nervously.

When Luke's response came in, she quickly opened it,

Relax, she said she was an old friend and that she saw you at the park the other day. And she's been there for 6 nights in a row! I think she was waiting for you. Usually she would wait for like 30 minutes before leaving. So I thought I should save her the trouble and just gave her your number. – Luke

Beca's heart was beating so fast reading the message. Chloe was waiting for her. But why? And now she kind of felt bad for not showing up. She took a few deep breaths before typing back,

Oh okay, thanks for letting me know I guess. – Beca

After that, Beca tossed her phone back to her bag and got nervous all of a sudden. Chloe had her number now. Would she get a chance to talk to the redhead again? God, she missed her so much. What she wouldn't give to hear the redhead's voice again. Beca was deep in thoughts when she heard Jesse call her name, letting her know that her break was over, and it was time for her to sing again.

Beca shook her head a little, pushing all those thoughts about Chloe to the back of her mind and trying to focus on the songs she was about to sing.

"Come on Chloe, it's been almost 2 months. Don't you think you should get back out there and at least have some fun?" Aubrey was trying to convince Chloe to go to this bar with her later tonight.

Chloe was sipping her coffee, unimpressed, "I don't know Bree, I don't really feel like going to the bar. Work has been kicking my butt lately and I just want to stay on my couch and eat takeout."

"Oh please Chlo? At least be my wing-woman for one night? I promise that you won't be disappointed by this bar! And you know you are not going to find your Mr. or Ms. Perfect when all you do is working and staying at home." Aubrey tried again, adding a slight pout.

Chloe laughed, "Fine! Stop pouting Posen! I'll be your wing-woman tonight, but no more! I don't really think I'll meet my Mr. or Ms. Perfect in some bar."

Aubrey smirked, clearly pleased with her victory in getting the redhead to step out of her apartment, "Well, you never know. Perhaps you'll meet him or her tonight." She winked.

Chloe chuckled, "If you say so."

Chloe was surprise when she arrived at the bar with Aubrey. This bar was located on a street corner with a zingy entrance, and there was already a line of people waiting outside to be let in. The décor didn't seem to be over-the-top, but gave out cosy and mysterious vibes all at the same time. Chloe had to admit that she was quite impressed with this bar. The music was quite good and was not at an overbearing volume. And she was enjoying herself so far. Or maybe it was just because she hadn't been to any bar scenes for quite a long time. Chicago wasn't a fan of bars or clubs, so they rarely went to those places since they had been dating. So gradually, Chloe just got used to staying at home after work.

She was wearing a low-cut black dress right now, which hugged her body perfectly. She decided to let her hair down in loose curls for the evening and wear a leather jacket over her dress, finishing her look with a pair of pearl-gray high heels.

She didn't really want to dress up but Aubrey managed to convince her to at least put in some efforts, claiming she must be ready to meet her Mr. / Ms. Perfect at all time. Chloe just rolled her eyes but relented.

She looked around and noticed that in front of the small dance floor, there was a nice stage with a microphone stand, a keyboard and a guitar. Live Music, even better! Chloe thought happily. She looked back to Aubrey but saw that the blonde had already busied herself in a conversation with some tall and muscular guy. She rolled her eyes and chuckled, letting her best friend know that she was going to get them both some drinks, before leaving to go to bar located at the side of the room.

She approached the bartender who was also a blonde woman but before she could speak, the bartender beat her to it, "Hey there ginger! What can I get you?"

Chloe was a bit surprised by the Australian accent, but she smiled and answered, "A Gin and Tonic and a Moscow Mule please, thanks."

The blonde nodded, "Coming right up."

Chloe then took a seat on one of the bar stools and patiently waited for her drinks. There were two other girls sitting beside her and were talking quite loudly. So Chloe couldn't help but catch some of their conversation from where she sat.

"I've always wanted to come to this bar! I heard the new bar singer is kinda hot!"

"Not kinda hot! Super-hot is more accurate!" The other laughed, "I've always had a thing for those melancholy and moody artists!"

"Right, of course you are." The first one commented, "But I heard she got screwed over by her manager or something pretty bad and that's why she's still singing at bars."

"Really? Well, I wouldn't be surprised. Music industry is bananas."

"Yeah…come on, she's about to go on stage! Let's go find some good seats, maybe you'll get lucky tonight!"

The two girls then giggled and left the bar stools. Chloe shook her head slightly in amusement and became even more curious about this new mysterious and "super-hot" bar singer.

After getting her and Aubrey's drinks, she went back to look for her best friend. Finally, she spotted Aubrey already sitting in a booth and walked over.

"Here you go," Chloe handed the Gin and Tonic to Aubrey and sipped her own drink while sitting down at the booth, "Nice work in finding us a booth."

"Oh, it's nothing, Scott helped so…"

"Who's Scott?" Chloe asked with a smirk.

"The tall and muscular guy I was talking to when you left to get us drinks, he's…" Aubrey trailed off when she noticed the smirk on Chloe's face, "You are totally messing with me aren't you?!"

"Of course not! I want to hear all about your new boyfriend!" Chloe answered innocently.

"He's not my boyfrien…You know what? I'm not falling for this! Let's just listen to the live music and please drop this topic okay?!" Aubrey rolled her eyes.

Chloe laughed, "Sure. Oh, speaking of the music, I just heard two girls talking about the new bar singer when I was waiting for our drinks. Apparently, she is and I quote 'super-hot'."

Aubrey laughed as well, "Since when do you eavesdrop? Oh hey maybe this new 'super-hot' bar singer could be your future wife!" Aubrey joked, "Hot, musically gifted, has a nice voice, and judging by the instruments on that stage, apparently she plays the keyboard and the guitar. Sounds like your type."

Chloe playfully smacked Aubrey's arm, joking back, "Hey! Am I that predictable?! But okay, that does sound like my type."

Aubrey laughed, and when she saw the lights dimmed in the room, she perked up in anticipation, nudging the redhead, "Hey you better pay attention, your future wife is about to go on stage!"

Chloe chuckled while rolling her eyes at her friend's silliness, but she turned her attention to the stage anyway, waiting for the singer to appear.

However, when she made out who the singer was, her smile immediately dropped.

It was no other than the one and only Beca Mitchell.

A/N: Bear with me guysss, they will be talking very, very soooooon :)

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