Worlds

"To the world you may be one person, but to one person you may be the world." – John Lennon

"And the 2015 World A Capella Champions are…the Barden Bellas!" Deafening screams ensued as Beca and the Bellas moved center stage to accept their title. Beca looked out into the crowded field and tried and failed to think of a better way to end her a capella career. Thousands of people holding flashlights were jumping and yelling and it made Beca feel so inspired that the work that she, Emily, and the rest of the group put in had made that happen.

But one person caught her eye in particular. How could she miss his giant American flag? The man wrapped in it was the last person she expected and the first person she wanted to see here. If she squinted, she could just see him mouthing I love you.

He's here. After months apart, seeing Jesse's adorable face in the crowd made her unspeakably happy. She sincerely hoped that whatever he had to do to get here didn't cost him his internship at a production company in New York, but the fact that he was standing there now, on top of winning a world championship and completing her final performance, was too much for Beca's emotions.

Quickly wiping her tears away, Beca gave a last wave to the crowd and exited stage left with the girls. She caught a glimpse of Jesse and Benji weaving through the now thinning crowd to the stage wing.

After a lot of teary-eyed hugs, Beca was finally able to break free of the group and step off the stage. She searched the faces crowded against the bike rack for Jesse and found him talking to Benji. "Yo, Rocky!" she called.

Jesse's head snapped her way and before she knew it, he had hopped the fence, lifted her up and spun her around, lips locked to hers. "Hey, baby," he said after setting her down.

"What are you doing here? You're supposed to be in New York!"

"And miss my girlfriend kicking the world's aca-butt? No way." Jesse held Beca's face in his hands. "Babe, that was incredible. I am so proud of you," he said sweetly, kissing her forehead and pulling her into a tight hug.

"I missed you," Beca whispered in his ear, tears once again threatening to fall. In response, Jesse just hugged her tighter (was that even possible?). After a minute, Beca pulled back to look at Jesse, arms still clasped around his waist. "Seriously though, how are you here? What happened? I thought you couldn't get off work."

"Yeah, about that," Jesse rubbed the back of his neck nervously, "I sort of…quit."

"What? Jess! What the hell were you thinking? That was, like, your dream job!"

"That's what I thought," Jesse responded before the lecture continued. He gently brushed a strand of Beca's hair behind her ear. "Turns out, the dream job doesn't mean much if the dream girl isn't around."

"Jesse—"

"Wait, wait, before you start yelling, I actually have given this a fair bit of thought. You want to go to L.A., right?" Becca nodded. "There's literally hundreds of jobs making movies in L.A. That's where you go to make movies. Just because I happened to get a job in New York doesn't mean I have to stay there."

"Jesse, what are you saying right now?"

"I'm saying," Jesse took Beca's hands in his, "I want to go to L.A. with you."

Tears ran down Beca's face as she pulled Jesse into a kiss worthy of any cinematic finale. She was going to L.A. to become a big-time music producer. And she was going to do it with the love of her life.

"Bec—Oh, God, sorry!"

Beca reluctantly broke the kiss and turned around to see Emily standing awkwardly behind her. "Whaddup, Em?"

"Oh, nothing. Nothing at all. Carry on," Emily replied with much too much hand movement.

"No, you're cool. No worries." Beca said with a chuckle.

"I just wanted to say thanks. For making 'Flashlight' happen."

"Oh my gosh!" Beca pulled Emily into a tight hug. "I should be thanking you! You gave me my first demo!"

"Happy I could help," Emily said with a smile.

Beca broke the hug and stood between Emily and Jesse. The ensuing silence soon grew uncomfortable. "Wait, have you guys never met?" Beca said finally.

"We've seen each other around, but not officially, no." Jesse replied.

"Oh! Sorry. Jesse, this is Emily. She wrote 'Flashlight.'"

"Really?" Jesse said, shaking Emily's hand. "I loved it. Here and when I heard the demo," he added with a smile to Beca.

"Thanks," was all Emily could muster.

"Aren't you going to tell her who I am?" Jesse joked, turning his attention back to Beca.

Beca smiled and took Jesse's hand. "Emily, this is Jesse. He's…he's my flashlight."