Beca couldn't sleep. All she could think of was Matt. She thought of his eyes and the way they lit up as he smiled. His dirty blonde hair and how soft it looked. But the one thing she couldn't forget was his lips. Soft and plump. She imagined all the girls who were probably lucky enough to touch them with their own. She thought of how wonderful it would be if she had the chance to kiss him. But most of all. She loved what came out of them.

Matt was smart, every word he spoke was as intelligent as the last. His voice was soft and kind. She felt as though she could listen to him forever.

At the Cafe they spoke for hours about everything and nothing. She learned that Matt had a dog called Bentley and that he was studying Nutritional Science near by. They spoke about their likes and dislikes. Beca told him about her day, and he told her about his. They laughed. It was perfect. When it was time to go they exchanged numbers.

Beca hadn't text him yet though. She wanted to wait until morning so she didn't seem too desperate or needy. But she was finding it hard to wait. To her Matt was a dream come true. He seemed to perfect to real.

'Why would someone like Matt, want to talk to me?' She thought to herself. 'He is perfect and I'm well, me... God don't let him be imaginary'

With that Beca fell asleep. A smile plastered on her face as she dreamt.

Morning couldn't come soon enough. The sun was out and Beca mimicked it. She felt warm and happy and her mood radiated the room. After a coffee she sat on her bed and got out her phone.

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To: Matt :);

Heyy, Its Beca. From the cafe yesterday... I really enjoyed talking to you. I was wondering if you're free tonight and wanted to hang out?

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After sending the text Beca couldn't sit still. She was so nervous. What if he didn't remember her? What if he didn't like her? To calm her down Beca decided to shower.

As she was in the shower she got to thinking of what they could do tonight I he said yes. Then it hit her. Karaoke. She wanted to do something she wouldn't usually do to prove she could take new steps.

After her shower she went to her phone.

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Hey Beca, I remember you. That'd be great. What do you have in mind

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Beca was estatic. Her whole body smiled.

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Beca; I was thinking Karaoke? :)
Matt; Hmmmm, sure, I don't sing though :p
Beca; Awwwh Damn ;p So you'll come?
Matt; Yesss, Meet at the cafe? Around 9?
Beca; Okay, see you then ;p

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9pm. That was 5 hours away. Beca panicked. She hadn't got an outfit or make up. Beca picked up her purse and left.

She hit the mall. She walked in to her favorite shop.

"Hi, I'm Claire, I'll be helping you today. Is there anything you are looking for?"

"Yes" Beca said, "Something dressy but casual"

"Right this way!" Claire exclaimed.

Beca liked Claire. She seemed bubbly and loud. Someone Beca could be friends with. She seemed weird and Beca liked weird.

"OMG, this would look amazing on you!" Claire stated.

Claire held up a denim dress with slits at the side.

"It's cute, but its inappropriate for a first date." Beca stated.

"Omg, a date? Details! Do not leave me hanging"

Claire was a tall girl. About 5ft 7. She had was a deep Mocha colour to her skin and dark curly hair. In many ways she was like Beca. A little nosey but in a good way.

"He is called Matt and we are going to. Karaoke night"

Claire looked excited.

" I have the perfect thing then."

Claire walked away and came back with a deep purple skater dress.

Becca loved it. She took it off Claire and tried it on.

It fit like a glove. The dress flowed to Beca's knees and sculpted her perfectly. It made her hazel eyes stand out. She twirled.

"It's perfect" Beca exclaimed. "Youre amazing"

"I am amazing" Claire reiterated with a smirk on her face.

Beca paid for her dress and went home to get ready.

She curled her hair and pinned the sides down. She put on small hopped earrings, skin coloured tights and her dress. She couldn't believe what she saw in the mirror and she wasn't done.

For the first time in years Beca felt beautiful. She didn't recognise herself. If it wasn't for her knowing her mirror was real shed of said there was another women behind the frame. She was gob smacked.

8pm. One hour left. She sat at her dressing table with her make up. She went for a sultry Smokey eye look and ruby red lips. When she was done. She was unrecognizable. She was a different women from the day before. Confident and radiant .

She put on her leather wet look jacket and black platform heels. Took a small handbag for her purse and Phone and left the Hostel.

8:50. Ten minutes left. She sat on the bench beside the cafe and waited for Matt's arrival.

Only 5 minutes went by before a taxi pulled up. Out stepped Matt. A white top with a black shirt and black skinny jeans. His look was simply but flattering. Beca found herself biting her lip.

"Excuse me miss, I'm looking for Beca, she hasn't been here has she?"

Matt said jokingly. "Beca, you look gorgeous"

Beca blushed. "You aren't too bad yourself" she smiled.

He took her hand and helped her into the taxi. In the back was a bunch of roses that when seated Matt gave to Beca.

"These are beautiful, Thank you" Beca stated.

"The pleasure is mine" Matt replied.

Beca told the driver where to go and they set off. For what Beca hoped would be the night of her life.