Finally! Here's the next chapter of Honorary Bella!
Disclaimer: I do not own Pitch Perfect
The next morning, Beca is supposed to take Emily to the studio to work on one of her songs and I've managed to persuade her to let me tag along. Unfortunately, the tall freshman seems to have no recollection of the brief kissed we shared last night which does make me a little sad, but the fact that she asked me to come proves that she isn't just pretending she forgot.
"Lets go, lets go, lets go!" my blanket is yanked out from under me, sending me tumbling to the carpet.
"I was getting up, Em," I whine and push myself up on my elbows. "I swear."
"Yeah right," Beca's voice sounds from the door. "Looks like you're gonna have to wear that to the studio if we want to get there early enough."
I notice that her smirk isn't as snarky this morning, which makes me think something might have gone down at the party last night.
Since most of my stuff is packed into my suitcase, I was probably going to wear this anyway. Copenhagen is only a day and a half away, you know.
By the time I get downstairs, the rest of the girls are up and moving, doing last minute stuff for their classes and such. It's really starting to hit me that this group of girls I've come to love is going to be splitting up soon. We haven't really even talked about what's going to happen to me once they graduate.
Maybe they're sending me away.
"Squirt!" Amy's accent shakes me out of my thoughts. "There's an emergency Bechloe meeting before you leave!"
"What are you talking about Amy?" I yawn, leaning against the back of Jessica's chair.
"Beca broke up with that babyfaced Troublemaker last night," she continues, while the others nod to confirm her story. "Her and Chloe were in our room all night and I slept on the sofa just incase they were getting busy!"
"What? Your serious?"
"Yeah, so your mission in Copenhagen is to get those two together. We'll discuss the rest of the detail at a further time, when we can't be overheard," Fat Amy rambles on.
"Hands in," Cynthia Rose chirps and we all follow suit.
"Go team!" We cheer, raising our hands.
"Grace!" Beca calls from the living room, "Lets go!"
"Coming!"
Chloe hugs all three of us and gives me a kiss on the cheek, which embarrasses me so I wipe at it while I walk next to Emily to the car, getting into the back.
The car ride is filled with Emily blasting Beca's mixes, and completely jamming out like the fangirl that she is. Beca tries not to smile, but I can tell that she is endeared that the younger Bella is so excited about what she does.
No one else is in the parking lot when we pull in, which is good because I'm sure that we aren't supposed to be here. I've heard Beca's boss is pretty insane and I don't think I want to come across him.
Residual Heat is awesome on the inside.
I've never been in a real music studio before, and its like walking into a candy shop. Everything is shiny and expensive looking, so Emily probably shouldn't touch anything. While the two Bella's sit down in one of the booths, the swivel chair in the corner draws my attention.
The technical talk of music doesn't interest me, so I spin around while they talk. I really only came to see Emily sing and finally get to collaborate with her idol.
Sure enough, when Emily finally gets behind the clear glass, Beca tells her not to touch anything, because even though she's pretty, she looks clumsy, which is spot on.
Her voice is amazing and it really looks like she's having the time of her life. Every once in a while Beca stops her so she can add her own input and then she continues. This goes on for at least an hour and a half before they finish and I'm almost asleep. I don't feel guilty though, because when you have to hear the same lines over and over again, the novelty quickly wears off.
"Okay, that's it," Beca pushes the headphones to her neck. "Grace? You wanna listen before we go?"
"You know it!" I use my legs to propel my chair across the room, earning a glare from the older girl.
"Do I have to threaten to break you if you break anything?"
"Nope!" I grab the headphones from her extended hand and slip them on over my ears.
Beca presses one of the many buttons on the board in front of us and the opening beats to the song begin to play. Emily's voice filters in and I'm immediately in love with this song. I basically love anything Emily does.
The song ends and I turn to my left to compliment both girls, when I notice both spots beside me are empty. Turning around, I see Beca, Emily and a man I've never been before are talking about the song.
"And who's that one?" the man, Beca's weird boss, I guess, asks.
"Oh that's Grace," I wave. "She's, well she's-"
"She's her kid!" Emily cuts in nervously, causing all eyes to turn to her.
Beca looks really taken back by Emily's choice of words and my heart beat quickens as we wait for her to speak.
"Yeah," She breathes, then smirks. "She's my kid."
My whole body fills with warmth at her answer and she sends me a quick smile before her boss starts talking again.
"Okay, whatever. Nice to meet you, Gabriella," he waves dismissively and turns back to the other two to continue the previous conversation.
He ends up loving the song and giving Beca a compliment while trying to be angry that she can do something as well as he can.
We only stay a little while longer so that they can finalize some things and he even offers Beca a permanent position at the studio with an opportunity to get a position at the Los Angeles location. Emily and I could barely hold back out excitement, so once we got back to the car, we both engulfed her in a tight hug.
Later that night, I'm in my room finishing up my packing when a piece of black fabric is thrown over my head and I'm dragged across the carpet. A hand over my mouth muffles my screams and once the person stops pulling me, a door is shut and the hood is yanked off my head. My eyes take a minute to adjust to the brightness before I can see all the girls, besides Chloe and Beca, sitting on the beds and desk chairs in Jessica and Ashley's room.
"What the hell guys?"
"We're having an emergency Bechloe meeting," Flo says, glancing at all the others. "We have to talk about how we're going to get them together in Copenhagen."
"And you couldn't have just sent me a text?" I lean back against the wall. "Or, you know, just told me before you sent Lilly to kidnap me?"
Lilly mumbles something about keeping her skills up to par and I shift away from her a little.
"Sorry girl," CR shrugs apologetically before she continues. "But, we didn't have time for all the chit chat. We sent Chloe up to help Beca pack and that will only give us so much time."
I guess I owe Cynthia Rose some money.
"Soooo," I drawl. "What's the plan?"
"Well, first we need to get them together at every possible moment," Stacie tells me, leaning forwards. "That means plane seats, sharing rooms, and any other scenario that comes up. Chloe hasn't had sex in months and Beca didn't just break up with Jesse for kicks, so all we have to do it make sure we don't come home until mom and dad are finally together."
"Each of you will be assigned different positions for the mission." Fat Amy cuts in. "I will obviously be the leader and you will refer to me as the 'Blonde Bombshell'. Stacie will be known as 'the hunter,' Jessica and Ashley shall be the 'wonder twins,' while Flo is the 'mexican jumping bean,' and Lilly is 'Asian Jesus'. CR can be referred to as 'dark chocolate' and Legacy and Grace will be 'Aca-love child number one' and 'two' respectively. Any questions?"
Flo raises her hand. "Um, I'm Guatemalan."
"Can mine be less racist?" CR asks, frowning.
"Why do I have to be number two?"
"Then, if there's no objections," Amy gets to her feet. "Let us retire for the night so we can all be well rested enough to kick ass at Worlds and get our ship sailing!"
Everyone who isn't offended by Fat Amy's nicknames cheer, while the rest of us are still a little confused.
I guess we'll see what happens.