Greetings aca-bitches! The great and powerful King Alex has returned. You know... that was the only thing I had to say. huh. everything I need to say is below. Onwards!
I own nothing. It sucks but its true, but I say this so fuckers can't sue!
Beca jolted awake, a silent scream about to break free. Closing her eyes, Beca took a deep breath and forced herself to relax. It was just a dream. Just a stupid ass fucking nightmare she'd had probably a thousand times before. Nothing to be afraid of, noting at all. Shaking her head, Beca inhaled deeply and focused on getting her heart rate down. Once her breathing was back to normal and her heart didn't feel like it was about to pound out of her chest, Beca scoffed.
Who the actual fuck had reoccurring nightmares? Better yet, why the fuck did they always effect her like this? She knew what was going to happen, and it was always the same, no variations ever. But still, each time, she'd jolt awake, with her heart pounding, breathing shallow, and a cold sweat all over. Which really kinda pissed Beca off. I mean really, it was actually pretty pathetic.
It wasn't even like her dream was that scary! That made this even worse. There were no monsters, no mean voices shouted from above, no unseen forces or anything like that. She was just in a room. Admittedly it was a dark, creepy, stone room and she was all alone, but still! Nothing ever happened in said room, and never once in the six years she'd been having this dream did anything happen ever happened. She was just alone in a room with nothing happening. What the hell is so scary about that? Watch out! The nothing's going to get to you! ha. Bullshit, that's hat it was. Feeling herself getting angry, Beca forced herself to relax before she did something stupid.
Sighing, Beca looked across the dark room to the sleeping silhouette of Aubrey. Smiling softly, Beca let herself relax just listening to the quiet sound of Aubrey's deep even breathing. She looked so calm right now, so peaceful. It was quite the welcome change from her usual scowl. Like this, Aubrey looked so relaxed, so content, that Beca found herself getting lost in the beauty that was Aubrey Posen. However, her sense of peace was not to last. Biting her lip, Beca tried not to think about what she was doing right now and enjoy the moment. However, as it usually is, the harder you try not to think about something, the more you end up thinking about it.
With a sigh, Beca rolled over and faced the wall. What was she playing at right now? Sure Aubrey was here, and Chloe said that she would be for a while, but after today, Beca wasn't so sure anymore. Today, Aubrey seemed to relaxed, so happy, it was almost like she was better. Not that Beca wasn't happy about that, because she was. Totally. She knew Aubrey was destined to do great things, and she wouldn't be able to do jack squat here. So she needed to get the hell out of here ASAP.
But this brought Beca back to her original problem. What was she playing at? The woman across from her was Aubrey Posen. Sure she might just seem like a lost should like everyone else here some days, but no matter who she might seem to be, one couldn't forget who she really was. She Aubrey Posen, a woman with more drive, more ambition, more power, more money in this world then anyone else Beca could even think of. She was a powerhouse in the business world, CEO of Posen Enterprises, and also an incredibly beautiful, intelligent, talented, and just perfect person. So now, what was she playing at? What did Beca Mitchell, futureless, crazy, hopeless her have to offer someone like Aubrey Posen?
She also had to remember what Jesse had said. Aubrey wasn't here because she had a bunch of serious mental issues. She really was here for some R and R, get herself together, and then leave. I mean really, who wouldn't go a bit crazy after basically being forced to be a prostitute by their own father? Sure some people might let them fuck the over forever, but Beca knew that Aubrey was stronger then that. She was far to proud, far to strong to let anything keep her down for long. She'd be better before you knew it, and she'd able to leave, never too look back.
Chewing on her lip, Beca winced as she bit down a little too hard. Tasting the metallic twang that was blood, Beca tried to focus on the blood in her mouth and the slight pain in her lip, just anything anything but Aubrey leaving. What the hell was she suppose to do though? Yes, she did kinda sort of like Aubrey. How much exactly, she wasn't sure, but she definitely knew that her interest in the blonde was more then a casual curiosity. Did she love the blonde. No, she barely even knew her, but if she had the chance, Beca didn't doubt that she could fall for the perfect woman sleeping across the room. So where did that leave her now then?
Laughing quietly to herself, Beca thanked God she already was out. One less thing to worry about, right? At least she didn't have to go through some major life altering realization about herself too on top of this. Been there, done that, never ever wanted to return. Beca could be thankful though that there wasn't all that to add into the mix. If it was, Beca didn't doubt that she'd explode trying to figure everything out. Hey, in times like this, you just had to be thankful for the little things.
"The little things..." Beca whispered quietly.
That was it, wasn't it? That was the key to all of this. For too long Beca had been wondering about what she had to do, but she'd been overlooking the simple answer. Sure the over the grand gestures definitely had their uses, like to get the girls attention, to commemorate a specific event, but they were not what the relationship was about. It was about the little things, waking up next to that person in the mornings, cuddles late at night, and just being able to enjoy one another's company. That was what relationships were, not a thousand dates, not big romantic speeches, or cheesy musical numbers. In the end, it was the little things were the things that meant the most.
Sure everyone loved the grand gestures, and the over the top proposals, but those were more for the movies then anything you fall in love with the someone because they did crazy over the top gestures, or did you fall in love with the little things about them? Did you fall in love wit the little crinkle in the corner of her mouth when she smiled, the way her eyes lit up when something fascinated her? When do you realize that you fell in love with a person? In the middle of some massive musical number they prepared to apologize for being an ass, or when they brought you your favorite coffee order in the middle of the night because they knew you would be up? You usually don't prepare the musical number until AFTER you've fallen in love ad realized that whoever that person you lost was the one. Grand gestures are meant for AFTER you've fallen in love. Not before. Love needs to be built on honesty, mutual caring, and the desire to be together, not just for sex, but for companionship.
In conclusion, that was what you fell for, the person. And you know what? Beca was falling for Aubrey, plain and simple. Her heart fluttered every time Aubrey sang, every time her eyes would flash when she was angry. She loved the way Aubrey would bite down on her lower lip when she was reading something she didn't get immediately, and Beca couldn't help but to smile when Aubrey smiled. it was like the room lit up, and life was just better. Shitty, cliche there, but it was the truth. Beca loved all of the little things about Aubrey, and slowly but surely, Beca had to admit, she was falling.
Sure Beca might not be the ideal person for Aubrey, but she had to try, right? No regrets in life, and she knew that if she let Aubrey slip away without a fight, she'd regret it for the rest of her life. Perhaps there was a better person out there for Aubrey, but Beca knew that there wasn't a better person out there for her. Sure Aubrey was infuriating, controlling, and rather uptight, however, today, Beca saw a new side of Aubrey, a happier, more relaxed Aubrey. Add that to fact that Aubrey was the key for Beca getting better, for beating her issues, and Beca now knew what she had to do. Aubrey was everything that Beca was not, and hopefully, she'd be able to help Beca get better.
But still, was she being selfish here? Beca didn't doubt that there was abetter person for Aubrey out there. Would Beca perusing Aubrey end up holding her back? Maybe. No, no no. Beca could be good enough, she knew it. That was fucking Shelia talking there. The bitch had put Beca down for years, everyday insulting her and belittling her. No matter who the fuck you are, no matter how thick a skin you have, if someone's fucking putting you down everyday for years, eventually, a seed will be planted. And Beca never had anyone in her corner to tell her otherwise.
But now she did. She had Chloe telling her that she was worth something, and she had Jesse. Hopefully, someday she'd have Aubrey in her corner too. Smiling, Beca snuggled back into bed, and let herself drift back to sleep.
Aubrey smiled. Today was going surprisingly well for once. She'd woken up, ran for a little, and now she was here in . So far, despite being three hours in, she hadn't had any serious issues. They were singing right now, and so far, Beca hadn't said a WORD about the set list. Sure she still had to try and keep everyone focused, but for the first time since she'd begun this little endeavor, there were no screaming matches, no arguments, and she didn't feel like ripping the head off of a certain hobbit.
"Alright everyone, take five!" Aubrey called, walking over to the chairs.
So far, letting go was working really well for her. For the second day in a row, Aubrey decided to try and be a bit nicer, to not sweat the little things, and to try and enjoy herself. She wasn't going to change the setlist, but hey. Progress is progress! Also, now that she wasn't running practice like basic training, she had to admit, the girls were a lot more receptive to what she had to say, and they were learning much faster then they were before.
Dammit Chloe! Aubrey thought You're always right.
And she was. Chloe had told her weeks ago that letting go, and letting the girls have fun doing this would work better then highly regimented practices and constant drilling. Add that to the list of things she had to remember in the future. Chloe was a brilliant woman and she definitely knew what she was talking about. Shaking her head, Aubrey took a drink from her water bottle. Yeah, so far, so good.
"Hey captain," Stacie said, sauntering over, "How ya doing today?"
"Very well, thank you," Aubrey sad politely, unconsciously taking a step back, "How about yourself?"
"Oh you know, hot as sweaty from practice," Stacie smirked, "So..."
"So what?" Aubrey asked, finding herself becoming increasingly uncomfortable under the brunette's predatory gaze.
"So what gives babe?" Stacie smirked, "What's with the change in heart?"
"Pardon me?" Aubrey asked, "I'm not entirely sure I understand what you mean?"
"Oh God, do you realize how sexy you sound when you talk like that," Stacie purred, "GOD, it makes me-"
"Stacie, please leave," Aubrey said, doing her best to try and hide her mounting panic. Shit shit shit shit! "This is not a very appropriate conversation, so unless you have a question that pertains to a capella, I respectfully request that you please leave."
"Mmm..." Stace smirked, taking another step forwards, "I don't really know exactly what you just said, but it sounded hot. Babe, you have no-"
"Get the fuck out of here Stacie!" Beca barked, walking over, "We don't have time for your fucking flirting right now. I need to speak to Aubrey NOW about something that doesn't involve sex and is actually about a capella. Now get the fuck away!"
"Phooey! Party pooper!" Stacie pouted, turning back to Aubrey, she winked, "Well it looks like grumpy is making me leave. This isn't over though gorgeous. I'll be seeing you around baby."
Turning away, Stace glared at Beca before she sauntered off, not looking at all concerned that she almost sent Aubrey into a panic attack. then again, she might not have even realized what she'd almost done. Taking a breath to calm herself down, Aubrey tried to collect herself. Fuck. She thought she was making progress, but the second someone looks at her with that fucking predatory glint in their eye, no matter how harmless, and this is how she reacts? Fuck it! She needed to get over this. Perhaps Lina would have some advice on this. Closing her eyes, Aubrey counted to five, and then turned to Beca. She could deal with all of this later.
"Alright Beca, what do you need?" Aubrey asked, a slight tremble still in her voice.
"Oh, um nothing actually," Beca said fidgeting about, "I- I um just saw Stacie being, well being Stacie, and you looked really uncomfortable, so I thought I'd just um... well you know I just thought I'd send her away before shit got real and all. Um yeah, that's it really. There's not anything i actually have to talk to you about, and erm... yeah. I- I uh... I'll just be going."
Flashing an awkward smile that made Aubrey's heart go in overdrive, Beca turned away and began to walk away quickly. Biting her lip, Aubrey did something rather uncharacteristic of her. She made a split second decision based completely off of a whim with no plan whatsoever.
"Beca, wait!" Aubrey called.
Turning around, Beca looked back at Aubrey with an almost comically confused face. Pointing to herself, Beca's mouth was open and her brow was furrowed, like she couldn't believe that Aubrey had just called after her. Nodding her head, Aubrey smiled what she hoped was a reassuring smile. Slowly walking over, Beca made her way back to Aubrey.
"Look, um, I'm really sorry if I just offended you, cuz I really didn't mean it," Beca began before Aubrey had a chance to say anything, "I was really just trying to help, and if you're mad at me, I totally get it, and I won't do it again. I just-"
"Beca, breathe," Aubrey smirked, "I wasn't mad. Actually, on the contrary, I was very happy that you just did what you did. I don't know what would have happened should my conversation with Stacie continued, however, I have no doubt that it would not have been good. SO I just wanted to thank you for that. You didn't have to do that, but you did, and I am thankful for that."
"Oh umm, yeah no problem," Beca said, "It was nothing really."
"To you perhaps," Aubrey said gently, "But it meant a lot to me, so thank you."
"No problem, glad to do it, but really, no biggie" Beca said awkwardly, as though the praise Aubrey was giving her was some foreign concept, "Was that all Bree?"
For a second, Aubrey was tempted to correct Beca about her name, however, she could tell this time, Beca didn't mean any harm in the way she used her nickname. That was just Aubrey's name to Beca, and it gave Aubrey an dd feeling in her stomach, though not an unpleasant one. Her heart fluttered, and it just made Aubrey feel special that Beca had a nickname for her. Funny how it was something so little as a nickname that made Aubrey feel this way.
"Yeah, that was all Beca," Aubrey smiled.
In front of her, Beca shifted her weight back and forth between her feet, as though she was unsure of what to do next. She was chewing on her mower lip and it almost looked likes he had something else she wanted to say, but wasn't sure how to say it. Aubrey bit her own lip, trying her best not to laugh at the awkward brunette in front of her now. Did she not realize how adorable she looked right now? Really, Aubrey was tempted to just kiss that look off of Beca's face.
Wait what. Shaking her head, Aubrey took a deep breath, and tried to calm herself down. Shit, did she just think about kissing Beca Mitchell? Fuck! She really needed to get a hold of herself before she did something stupid. like kiss Beca. That would be a bad thing. Definitely, absolutely, most certainly a very bad thing with catastrophic consequences. She really needed to figure her shit out. Couching awkwardly, Aubrey turned away from Beca and quickly composed herself. This was definitely neither the time nor place for this.
"Alright ladies! Form up again, we're going to run through this one more time, and then the rest oft he hour is yours!" Aubrey called, making it a point not to look at Beca, "Come on, hustle up! The faster we get this done, the faster we can go about our lives!"'
As the girl formed up once again, Aubrey took her position in the front, ignoring the fact that Beca was obviously trying to make eye contact with her. Keeping her gaze staring straight forwards, not looking in the petite girls way once. Leading the girls through the set list, again, Aubrey could hear Beca's distinct, powerful alto voice above the others, and once again, she couldn't help but to admire the raw talent that the brunette possessed.
Momentarily distracted, Aubrey wasn't watching where she was going, and with a shriek, she slammed right into Fat Amy and fell to the ground, hard. Clutching her ankle, Aubrey gritted her teeth as sharp pain shot up her leg. Fuck! Taking short shallow breaths, Aubrey willed herself not to cry. looking down, Aubrey saw that her ankle had already started to swell quite considerably already.
"Shit Aubrey!" Chloe cursed, rushing to her side, "Are you alright? Well, obvi you're not, but what's wrong? Is it broken? Dear God, please tell me it isn't broken. Fuck! This is bad, really bad. Can you move it? Oh fuck, Aubrey-"
"Chloe," Aubrey said as calmly as she could, "Please, calm down. I do not think that my ankle is broken, but rather just sprained. Though it is not broken, it is still rather painful. Now, if you would, could you please help me up and into that chair? It would be most appreciated."
"Right, sorry," Chloe said, helping Aubrey up.
Wincing as she put pressure on her foot, Aubrey leaned heavily against Chloe as she half hopped half walked to the nearest chair. Sitting down, Aubrey let out a shuddering breath, still determined not to show any sign of weakness. She'd sprained her ankle a few times before, and sure it sucked, but it wasn't the end of the world. Trust me, she'd taken way harder hits before.
"Fat Amy and CR, could you go get an orderly please?" Chloe asked once Aubrey was situated.
"You got it ginga!" Amy said, "Though I could totally fix Blondie's ankle. I'm the best medicine woman in Tasmania with feet. These hands could cure cancer, jungle fever, and Tasmanian cookel drips easy."
"What are Tasmanian cookel- you know what, never mind. I probably shouldn't ask that. I'm sure you could fix this Amy, but I'm actually not allowed to let you do that," Chloe sighed, "Just please, go get Lara."
"Alright, but you flat butts don't know what you're losing here!" mt sighed dramatically before walking over to the door. opening the door, Amy bellowed out, "OI! LARA! BLONDIE TRIPPED AND HURT HERSELF AND WE NEED YOU IN HER ASAP!"
Throughout this entire exchange, Beca had been hanging back in the corner of the room, not moving to help or saying anything. It looked like she was tempted to come over, however, she seemed reluctant to move. Closing her eyes, Aubrey sighed. Right now, she had bigger things to worry about then what Beca Mitchell may or may not want to do. Looking at her ankle once more, Aubrey winced at the sight of it. Currently, her ankle was about the size of a baseball, and the skin around it was red. Dammit! She'd be out of commission for at least a week now, and it wasn't a guarantee that her ankle would be well enough by the time the presentation was. Fuck it all.
Clenching her jaw, Aubrey forced herself to maintain expressionless facade. She could cross tat bridge when she got to it. Right now, she had to worry about her ankle. Now where the hell was Lara? She'd heard Amy call her, now where the hell was she? Right as Aubrey thought that, Lara walked in, no trace of her usual smile on her face. Instead, she was creepily serious, and she had a very determined look on her face.
"Alright Aubrey, let's see that Ankle," Lara said, walking over.
Grabbing another chair, Lara brought that over with her and put it a few feet in front of Aubrey's foot. Gently, Lara lifted Aubrey's foot up and placed it on the seat of the chair. Wincing a bit as the movement jarred her ankle, Aubrey let her ankle rest on the cold metal as Lara poked around.
"Alright Aubrey, so can you tell me what happened?" Lara asked, looking up at Aubrey.
"Oh, I was going over the set list with the group, and I was distracted," Aubrey said, purposely omitting exactly what had been distracting her, "I wasn't watching where I was going, and I ran into Amy. I fell wrong, and I guess I twisted my ankle."
"Alright," Lara said, poking the swollen flesh, which made Aubrey grit her teeth in pain, "So tell me Aubrey, how does this feel?"
"It hurts," Aubrey said honestly, "It bearable, however, it isn't exactly pleasant. I do not believe it is broken, just sprained."
"While I am inclined to agree with you, I still want to X-ray this just to double check. Is that aright?" Lara asked, standing up.
"Very well," Aubrey nodded, however, as she attempted to get up, Lara quickly asked her to remain seated.
"Sorry, I just don't want you to cause anymore damage to your ankle if at all possible," Lara said quickly, "We'll bring a wheelchair around, and push you over to the X-ray room in that. I understand that this may seem excessive, however, in the case that this may be broken, I'd really rather you stay off of it as much as possible. Alright?"
"Very well," Aubrey sighed.
Puffing out a breath, Aubrey resisted the urge to groan. An X-ray? Was that really necessary? Apparently so, according to Lara. Lara, of all people, who would have thought ditzy, happy, rambling Lara would be the on deck nurse here? Not Aubrey, that was for sure. Oh the many surprises today was bringing. First Aubrey has a genuinely good day, second she wants to kiss Beca, and then third, she learns that the person she thought was just an orderly was really a certified RN? That just proves you can't make assumptions. But hey, isn't that what they say about assumptions? When you assume things, it only makes an ass out of you and me.
Such was life though, and Aubrey knew that the sooner she could let go of her obviously flawed and erroneous beliefs, the better off she would be. However, it is so much easier to just say something, rather then it is to do so. Sure she finally may have acknowledged she had a problem, but where did she start? It's extremely difficult sometimes to differentiate between fact and fiction, what was good, ad what was bad, especially when certain beliefs were drilled into ones head at an early age. How do you solve a problem that had no beginning?
Scoffing to herself, Aubrey shook her head. Really? This was what she thought about while sitting in a rather uncomfortable chair with a sprained ankle? Should she not have more pressing concerns right now? Like the fact her ankle was possible severely sprained and was now about the size of a grapefruit? Actually, no, not really. She'd sprained her ankle more times she could care to count from cross country and all her other sports that by now, the dull throbbing really didn't bother her anymore. Sure the initial pain sucked, but it subsided, and Aubrey could deal with this.
"Alright Ms. Posen," Lara said, walking in with a wheelchair, "Are you ready to go?"
"Of course," Aubrey said, slowly getting to her feet.
Gently sitting down into the wheelchair, Aubrey nodded, signaling that she was ready to go. Without any further ceremony, Lara pushed Aubrey out of the practice room and down to the X-ray room.
Beca sat in the room she shared with Aubrey, nervously glancing at the clock every twenty seconds. With a huff, Beca got up and started to pace the room. What the fuck was taking so long? After Lara took Aubrey out of the room, Chloe tried to get practice back on track, but that was an epic fail, so thirty minutes before she was suppose to, Chloe dismissed them back to their dorms.
So how long did X-rays take? Certainly not half an hour, right? Not unless something was wrong of course. Shit, was something wrong then? Fuck, it probably was. Holy shit, did that mean Aubrey broke her leg then or something? Well, probably not her leg, but she could have broken her ankle, and that was bad, right? How was Aubrey going to dance or run with a broken ankle? She couldn't, at least, Beca didn't think so. Fuck if she knew this shit! She was the patient, not the fucking doctor! God dammit! What didn't she pay closer attention to what Lara was saying then? Oh right, because she was trying not to think about how scared she was that Aubrey might actually be hurt. She had to do this right, or she'd risk losing everything,
"Fuck!" Beca cursed.
This certainly was an unforeseen roadblock in Beca's road of love though. She wasn't going to try and woo Aubrey with her ankle hurt. Woo. hehe. Did anyone even use that word anymore? Aubrey probably did, but that was because she was Aubrey... It was kinda part of her charm. Sure sometimes Beca had some trouble keeping up with Aubrey, but she wouldn't change it for the world. Everything about Aubrey was perfect. Eww. Did she really even just think that? Fuck, that sounded like some shitty fucking movie line.
Dammit! She was turning into a sappy little shit as of late, wasn't she? Staying up late thinking about a girl, making a thousand and one mixes about Aubrey. God, her life was turning into a shitty romance movie. Well, in this case, if she got the girl, bring on the musical numbers. I mean, have you seen Aubrey? What wouldn't you do for a girl like that?
"No... That's not right," Beca sighed.
Say what you wanted about Beca Mitchell, but if she committed to something, nothing in the world would stop her. She chased after whatever it was she wanted with a single minded determination that even a Marine would envy. Chasing after the one and only Aubrey Posen would be no exemption to that. Sure at some point she might put together some cutesy music thing for Aubrey, but only because Aubrey liked music. At least, Beca thought she did. Shit, she didn't even know what kind of music Aubrey listened to other then classical. Ew. Did she only listen to classical music? Because if she did, that would kinda sort of suck. Oh well, Beca could learn to deal with that. Mix Beethoven and Mozart? Dude, yes. Most epic mix ever.
It was Beca's hysterical laughter that Aubrey walked, or rather hobbled into. Letting the door close loudly enough to get Beca's attention, Aubrey leaned on her crutches and smirked at Beca's surprised face when she heard the door slam. Whipping around, Beca saw Aubrey standing in the room, immediately stopped laughing, and turned beet red.
"So what were you laughing at?" Aubrey smirked.
"Laughing, yes, erm well, um you see, FUCK!" Beca stuttered, "I was- well you see- um.. well, erm- Hole shit! Aubrey are you alright?! Why do you have crutches? Oh shit, is your ankle broken? Oh my God, are you like-"
"I am perfectly okay," Aubrey smiled, touched by the younger girls concern, "Nothing is broken, but Lara wants me to take ti easy and keep pressure off of my foot, so she gave me these crutches, banned me from actively participating in practices, and gave me a minimal two hours a day in bed order."
"Ouch, that sucks," Beca said apologetically, "I'm sorry Bree. I know how much you enjoyed practice."
"Yes, well I'd rather sit out a week then the rest of my life," Aubrey said, ignoring the fluttering in her stomach from Beca's words.
Dammit. She really had to work on that. Not only was her reaction to Beca illogical, it was also becoming exceedingly annoying. Really, she shouldn't get this bothered by some simple words, and her brain most certainly shouldn't just turn to mush around a girl. Really, sometimes, Beca made proper communication extremely irksome. Biting her lip, Aubrey thought of a way to change the topic of the conversation before she lost it completely.
"Why were you laughing so much when I came in?" Aubrey suddenly asked.
Beca's response was both immediate and surprising. She began to babble incoherently and her face turned beet red. Wringing her hands, Beca mumbled something about classical music, or at least, that was what she thought Beca said.
"Beca, calm down," Aubrey laughing at the other girls fumbling, "I was really only asking a question. I meant no offense and had no hidden meaning. I did find it quite amusing to see you laughing so much, however, I am genuinely curios as to what you found so amusing."
"What?" Beca asked, scrunching her face up, something that Aubrey loved, "Dumb person English please."
"What was so funny?" Aubrey laughed.
"Oh, um, I was just thinking about a mix." Beca said awkwardly.
"Oh... if I may inquire, why was a mix idea so amusing?" Aubrey asked.
"Um..." Beca said, "Well, um... See, I was thinking about classical music, and then I thought about mixes, and then Mozart came into pay, and I thought about mixing a Beethoven song and a Mozart song, and I dunno, I found that kinda funny."
For a second, Aubrey just stared at Beca with a contemplative look on her face before she broke out into a huge smile.
"If you could do that, you would be a musical genius" Aubrey exclaimed, "However, I can definitely understand why you thought such was an amusing thought. However, if you were to change the instrumental, and simplify most classical music, sped the tempo up, and add a percussion track, I do believe that you could turn a classical piece into a more EDM or dance like track. i would actually be quite interested to see how that would turn out."
"Umm.." Beca said, "I got the first part of what you said, and I'll have you know, I already am a musical genius. For the second part, I' pretty sure you were talking music, just in the really smart person way you usually do."
"Pardon me," Aubrey laughed, "What I meant was that if you simplified classical music, you know, broke it down into each component, added a beat, and then made it more... modern I suppose the word would be, I think you could make a club track based off of a classical piece."
"Oh. I gotcha..." Beca said, suddenly, she got a far away look, "You know what, you might actually be right. If I sped the tempo up, worked with the filters, added a bass or drum line, I might be able to do that... Hey Aubrey, would you mind if I borrowed your Ipod?"
"For what?" Aubrey asked, already moving over to her desk to retrieve her Ipod.
"I wanna get some old person music off of it," Beca mumbled, already beginning to absorb herself in her music.
"Very well, though I do object to the term old person music," Aubrey sighed, letting the brunette use her Ipod.
Beca only grunted out a response, already downloading the music from Aubrey's Ipod and completely immersed in her new project. For a second, Aubrey was tempted to go over and watch what Beca was doing, however, after thinking about it, she thought better of disturbing Beca. Sure they may not argue every five seconds anymore, but they were certainly far from friends, and Beca was a very private person. Aubrey doubted that she would appreciate her hovering over her shoulder while she mixed.
Hobbling over to her bed, Aubrey sat down and stowed her crutches by the side of the bed. Laying down, Aubrey closed her eyes and let the sound of Beca's rapid typing and quiet humming lull her to sleep. Just as she was about to fall asleep, an observation finally registered in Aubrey's mind. She couldn't hear Beca's music. Huh. That was odd. However, Aubrey was far to tired to dwell too much on such a trivial matter. As sleep finally overtook Aubrey, she smiled. Today, other then the whole ankle thing, went quite well.
So how was that? A little better? At all? Hey, I'm trying to get Beca and Aubrey together... Like I said, romance really isn't my thing. If it weren't for all of my awesome aca-peeps, Aubrey or Beca would be dead, Chloe would be jobless, and I'd be laughing my ass off. Whatever though... I love you all, so I persist in writing something I suck at :)
On to my aca-mortals now!
cxcxcx386: Enjoy it while it lasts my dear... MWAHAHAHAHA!
chekymadom: Please, I am not sappy! Simply because I can write sappy shit, does not mean I am sappy. And no worries mate. This shit will continue to flow XD
chloehuh: Yeeaaaaah... not my best work, but eh. Sappy shit isn't my thing :/ And thank you! I love people like you :)
LaraAelric: Do I? Eh... can't help the way I feel I guess :) I'm glad you liked the chapter though! Hopefully you'll like this one too :3
Reading-is-my-love: No worries mate. For every mistake you might have, I have like ten more XD and I doubt it! I'm sure you'd be an aca-awesome writer! Don't make me hold LOAD until you publish something. I can, and I will. Trust me, you don't want to test me :) I'm glad someone likes my humor though and I'll get right on that, lol. Thanks mate, that means a lot :) Make way for Captain Everdeen!
Romeothewriter: nfjfhdaslbjdsjkreyhberk... that was me completely spazing out that you read this and actually like this. HOLY ACA-FUCK! THIS IS FUCKING AMAZING! If you haven't noticed, I'm a bit of a fan of your work, and may or may not idolize your genius. Shit... that sounded a lot less creepy in my head. Oh well. I'm so sorry I made you yell at your phone. I swear I never meant for you to do that! I think Lina and Beca could be fast friends :) Oh my gosh, I like just can't even right now. I think I'm broken. I hope you realize your review completely made my week, and writing this is almost surreal for me. Your blowing my puny little mind here. lol... Thank you so much for the review! I probably just made an absolute ass of myself, but whatever. it was totally worth it XD (And I'd totally be your blood brother in arms. Semper Fidelis!)
chile101: Damn straight I am! Well... maybe not the straight part, but fuck it! You get the point XD
Msweeny1997: If you love her so much, why don't you marry her XD and thanks. I'm totaly blaming the lack of sleep on this though.
waatp: It only took like what, 17 chapters and more then 60000 words. I figured Aubrey was finally due for some progress :)
To everyone else: You're al fucking awesome, and I just... I'm very very very happy over here. Thank you all so much for you're continued support, and let me just freak out a little- more then 120 reviews and more then 13000 reads. Thank you all so much, and TIME FOR SHAMELESS SELF PROMOTION. So, I'm writing a bunch of pointless one shots under the title of Bullshit Week 2014. More info is in the fic, but I want all single people to read it. Valentine's day is fucking stupid, and Bullshit Week 2014 will hopefully make Single's awareness day a little easier for you :)