Author's Note: in this universe, SNL started in 1976, so the big 40 year bash is in 2016. The first episode is on October 3rd, 2015.

I only updated this quickly due to being off school sick. So, sorry for future chapters.

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Live From New York, It's Saturday Night!

02: The First Day

Chloe finally closed her notebook, just as they were reaching their subway stop. Stacie had recommended she collect together her best sketch ideas just incase there was a slot in which they could have some input in the creative process. They'd been to Rockefeller Plaza twice before, but this time it was most definitely different.

They were on the show now.

Beca tapped her pen against her upper lip as she wrote a rough draft of a potential sketch in her notebook. Her seat on the windowsill was always covered in cushions - one for her, one for Aubrey, and one for Emily. Three skinny bitches on a windowsill waiting to be knocked up, Fat Amy would proclaim every Monday morning when she arrived (often three minutes late with Bumper in tow).

"Let's do it on my twin bed." Beca looked to her left, gently tapping out a rhythm with her pen. They were unorthodox, definitely. "Not gonna like it." Emily continued scribbling down the lyrics as they came out of her mouth. "But it's the only option where we can get it poppin'. Let's do it on my twin bed, pop and fall off it. But let's get wild, in a bed for a child."

Beca looked at Emily's notebook, "more of a Christmas Holiday's song don't you think?"

"I agree." Emily flipped the page over, "we can keep it until then though. Who's the guest this week, I forgot?"

"Reese Witherspoon." Aubrey supplied as she walked through the door of Lorne's office, a Starbucks take away cardboard drink holder in hand. "We're apologising to our mothers on air - her idea." A few minutes later, and the small room was beginning to fill up; Lorne was at his desk, Beca, Emily and Aubrey were on their windowsill, Fat Amy and Bumper were sharing a bean bag and Jesse was perched on the edge of Lorne's desk.

Chloe practically sprinted up the stairs to Lorne's office, only peering into the office with Stacie as the clock reached five past eight. She glanced back at Stacie when no one reacted to their sudden presence, silently worrying that they'd already been fired.

"Well, Donald Trump is still high up in the polls, so what if we have Ann Romney saying 'you wish y'all had Mitt now'." Fat Amy suggested. "I still want to do Dyke and Fats." Chloe furrowed her eyebrows - what? "Beca can be Officer Les Dykawitz, and I can be Patricia Eatsome."

Lorne nodded. "I like it. Any ideas for sketches with Reese in them?"

"Inner White Girl!" Cynthia Rose offered. "About a woman whose inner white girl gets her through life."

Chloe cleared her throat, "what about for the cold open, you have Hillary Clinton in a bar with our Hillary Clinton." Silence went through Lorne's office at the redhead's words. "Oh, I'm Chloe, one of the new featured players."

Lorne nodded. "Get that written for Wednesday, I like it."

Chloe nodded as people began leaving the room. "I will do Mr. Michaels, promise."

"Chloe, honestly, call me Lorne."

Emily smiled as she led Chloe into the room the cast used when they had to write their sketches. "Here we are, you'll share a desk with Jessica and Ashley, but don't worry about lying on the floor or anything - we've all done it at some point. Beca and Aubrey are each writing a sketch too, so feel free to ask them anything. Have a good first week!"

Chloe slid into the chair and put her notebook down onto the desk, how fun would this be?

Stacie sat on the edge of the desk. "Chloe, you'll be fine, honestly."

"How am I supposed to write Hillary Clinton in a bar when I don't even have a premise for it?" Chloe sighed, leaning back in the chair and having a small heart attack when it reclined. "Shit." Tuesday was already going to be a long day, she decided. A long day of writing and pizza.

By the time Chloe was in the middle of her third draft, Beca and Aubrey entered the small room, each taking a seat at one of the other desks. "You need some help?" Chloe looked up from her laptop. "First sketch is the hardest, trust me, especially when it has a guest - or a political candidate." Chloe smiled slightly at Beca's words, the brunette opening her own laptop and getting to work. "They're reusing some of last season's good sketches that didn't quite make the cut, but Lorne really wants yours to be the cold open."

"No pressure then." Chloe murmured.

"Seriously Beca, you're scaring her." Aubrey cut in, elbowing her friend in the ribs. "Look, Chloe, if you need help, we can offer it. I'm pretty much done with a section of Weekend Update, and I'm sure Beca isn't having problems with a two minute sketch about police officers."

Chloe smiled gratefully. "You guys honestly don't have to help."

"When you're a Democrat, you get to eat dinner with Beyoncé." Beca chuckled at the blonde's pronunciation when she laid her southern accent on thickly. "When you're a Republican, you have to vote for Donald 'my net worth is many times Mitt Romney's' Trump! I bet y'all are wishing Mitt would run again."

Chloe giggled at the insert Aubrey had placed between Donald and Trump. "You wrote that?"

"Together we did, yeah." Beca confirmed, putting a headphone in. "This will be a good start to the new season I hope." She looked up at Chloe, "welcome to Saturday Night Live, it just gets crazy from here on out."

Chloe hummed in response. "So, a background character says something along the lines of; 'I love that Donald Trump guy' and someone else says 'nah, I like Ben Carson'. Then you cut to you, Aubrey, putting down a cup and sighing. That's where I'm at."

"Why won't the people let me lead? Just give me the hammer and the nails and let me fix it all!" Chloe smiled and wrote Aubrey's words down, maybe this wouldn't be too hard.

Chloe ended up spending until one a.m. in that room with Beca and Aubrey, the trio eventually rushing the ending by having the real Hillary and Aubrey breaking character to introduce show. Chloe submitted it to Lorne, and they bid each other a fond farewell.

Within their time together, Chloe had gathered several facts about the two stars of the show. They had met in high school, and they'd always watch the show together with Aubrey's parents (the blonde's mother was SNL alumnae). When they were 18, instead of going to college they moved out to New York from Atlanta, with some of their stand up getting noticed by one of SNL's scouts.

By the age of 19 they'd made it to SNL, with Beca mainly staying behind the scenes with writing as well as dabbling as a featured player.

Stacie groaned as Chloe opened her bedroom door at six a.m. "No, it's way too early."

"Um, Stacie, some of us actually only went to sleep at one." Chloe threw a pillow at her best friend. "Aubrey, Beca and I got pizza."

Stacie sat bolt upright straight away. "You had pizza with Aubrey Posen and you didn't think to tell me?"

"And I'm in a sketch with her." Chloe winked. "You are too, but whatever. We're recording it tomorrow." She walked towards the kitchen. "It's table read day, Stacie!"

Stacie swung her legs over the side of her bed, "you seem drunk, they didn't take you out did they?"

"They showed me how to get my creative juices flowing, we did drunken impressions after we finished." Chloe popped an aspirin capsule into her mouth, washing it down with a glass of water. "Either way, I'm so excited!"

Emily was channeling Chloe's excitement as the Repertory Player took her seat beside the redhead. "Morning, I heard your writing session with Beca and Bree went well!" Chloe raised an eyebrow, was nothing a secret in this cast? "Lorne secured Clinton, so it looks like you've written your first Cold Open."

Chloe froze as Stacie shook her arm. "Chlo! Oh my God!" Chloe stared at the pile of paper in front of her, Season 40, Episode 1: Reese Witherspoon pasted on the front. Chloe tenderly opened the front page, eyes widening at the sight of the bold typeface; Hillary Bar Talk Cold Open - Written by Chloe Beale. "Congrats Chloe!"

The duo's celebration was cut off by Lorne walking into the room, silence falling over the group of comedians. "Right guys, let's get this done. We have thirty seven sketches to get through."

Chloe looked down the table, mouthing a silent 'thank you' to Beca and Aubrey, the former winking and mouthing back, 'it was all you, Beale'. Chloe couldn't help but beam as the scene played out, hers and Stacie's two small lines would become their first on Saturday Night Live, the first of hopefully an amazing time to come.

The remainder of the read through goes without a hitch, with Chloe and Stacie occasionally adding in a joke here and there. Some of which some of the other featured players rolled their eyes at, but others that the writing team seemed to find entertaining, some being jotted down.

When the final page was turned over, Lorne dished out scripts to the Repertory Players. "Right, this afternoon we're filming a cinematic sketch called Robbers. It's of the Repertory Players, but the others of you can hang around and watch." Chloe looked at Stacie. "Benji, Jesse and Bumper are robbing a bank; but they're awful at it. It's where the robbers actually leave a trail of comedy instead of terror."

Stacie's voice dropped to a whisper, "there is no way we aren't going, okay?"