"Okay, so I was thinking that instead of throwing other songs in like we did at Regionals, we should just stick with what we know: we'll do I Saw the Sign, and take out Eternal Flame and Turn the Beat Around. How's that sound to you? Chloe?"
"Mmhm, yeah whatever."
"Chloe, are you even listening to me?" Aubrey spun around in her stool at the kitchen counter and glowered at Chloe, who was searching through her bag for her keys.
"Yeah, Bree, I heard you. And that's fine I guess." Chloe avoided making eye contact with Aubrey. "I'm going out."
"Going out? Chloe it's almost ten and we have Bella's rehearsal tomorrow."
"Yeah, well…" Chloe shifted and ran a hand through her hair. "I just need a break right now, okay? Maybe you should take one too, Bree, and stop focusing so much on the Bellas."
"What?" Aubrey seethed. "Chloe, I'm just trying to do what's best for our team as captain. It's time that you stepped up and took this more seriously. I mean, for serious Chlo, you act like you don't even care about this anymore."
"Aubrey, don't say that…"
"Who are you going out with anyway?" Chloe shifted nervously, and sighed as Aubrey raised her eyebrows at her.
"Just… Just Beca and some of the other-"
"I knew it! This is Beca's fault. She's a distraction to you, Chloe. She's the reason you've lost focus, the reason you can't get your priorities straight. I knew we should never have let-"
"Aubrey, stop it!" Chloe was shouting now, her calm demeanor evaporating. "Don't tell me what to do, okay? Don't tell me who I can and can't hang out with. Don't tell me that I need to shift my priorities, that I need to focus more. And don't tell me that I don't care about the Bellas, because I do, okay? Now I'm going to go out, and I'm going to have a good time. Goodbye." She swung open the door and slammed it shut behind her. Aubrey stared at the door. She choked back the bile that was rising in her throat and swiped at the tears forming in her eyes. There it was – another person walking out on her, another person disgusted by her behaviour. What had she become? She was no captain. She was a failure.