Chapter 27-CONTROL FREAK

Aubrey awoke to the sounds of a phone ringing...and it continued to ring, as she made her way down the hall and to the office.

"Hello... This is Camp A'Capella." A professional, yet stern voice answered the phone.

"Hi, can I please speak with Chloe Beale?"

"Uh..I'm sorry, this is Aubrey Posen, Chloe is up at the infirmary tonight, may I ask who is calling this LATE for her?" Aubrey huffed.

"Aubrey...this is Jessie Swanson. I need to speak with Chloe."

Hearing the urgency in his voice, she quickly probed for information.."Jessie, what's wrong?"

"It's just...I really need to get a hold of her tonight." He insisted.

Just then the staff house doors threw open and a very emotional Red-head entered, somewhat out of breath, looking a little panicked.

"Jessie.." Aubrey eyed her best friend and motioned for her to come into the office. "Chloe just came in, here let me get her for you." Aubrey handed her the phone.

"Jessie do you now where Beca is?" The ginger quickly asked.

"Chloe...she's gone, she just left town." He took a deep breath.. "I tried to reason with her, but she wouldn't listen, and she just, she left." Chloe could hear the emotion in his voice and knew she needed more information.

"Jessie where are you? Just stay put, I'm coming to meet you."

Jessie gave her directions, and Chloe ended the call. She turned her attention to her best friend. "Look Bree, I don't need any of your shit right now." Aubrey tried to respond, but Chloe waved her off. "Beca is gone."

Aubrey took a breath to start her rant, but Chloe turned away.

"I'm going, and I'll be back when I can." the ginger said as she found her car keys in the desk.

"But Chloe" Aubrey began.

"Aubrey..NO, NOT NOW" Chloe shouted as she ran out the door.

Aubrey began to pace the office, feeling her anxiety build. The Final Concert was tomorrow, why in the hell would Beca leave now? She turned on all the lights in the house and wandered from room to room. As her eyes met the staff table, she saw two envelopes sitting neatly in the center. One said "Chloe" the other "CONTROL FREAK".

Aubrey quickly opened the envelope meant for her, and pulled out the short letter, and flash drive included.

Aubrey,

...I know you will never forgive me for leaving like this, but I hope someday you can understand my reasons. I have the entire set list for you here, and have ensured that everyone knows their part this afternoon. Despite everything, I want you to know that I do respect you, and have learned a lot from you this summer.

I know I didn't make things easy on you, but I think we both have been able to make something pretty cool with this mash-up. Thank you for letting me be a part of this camp, I will never forget my time with all of you.

Please let the Bellas know how much it meant to me. I wish you guys the very best at the final, I know you'll kick the shit out of the trebles!

Anyway, take care.

-The EMO ALT PAIN in YOUR ASS

As Aubrey finished the note, she sat in silence. She let her mind wander back to her first meeting with Beca Mitchell. She had underestimated the younger girl. Over the past few weeks, they had taken the tired and boring set list she had created for the Bellas, and had managed to blend together the best in everyone in the group.

Aubrey thought about her own actions, and how hard she had been on the entire staff. She never made it easy for anyone, Especially Beca. Now here she was, back in the driver's seat on the final concert, and thanks to Beca, all she had to do was just let everyone be themselves.

She looked down at the envelope in her hands and teared up...she was a complete control freak. She hadn't listened to anyone, she let things get so stressful that her best friend, the nicest sweetest person in the world, had finally lost it with her. It all finally sank in, and she cried. She just wanted the best for everyone. Now despite everything she had done, she had a great group of singers, and thanks to Beca, she had the best chance she ever had to save the Bellas and Camp A'Capella.

She rose from the couch, grabbed her cellphone and quickly sent Chloe a text...

Do what you need to do, but bring Beca back. She's a Bella, and she's the reason we will win tomorrow. Take whatever time you need Chlo. I'm sorry about today. Love you.