Darker – Chapter 20
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Last time on Darker…
So, now what?" I asked, propping myself up. "With no more secrets and those two psychos locked up, where do we go from here?"
Giving me the most loving look Jesse side swept my hair behind an ear and kissed me tenderly. "We get married."
And now…
Pulling away slowly I observed Jesse who was beaming; he was grinning from ear to ear.
Somebody pinch me. Did he just...
"Seriously?" Was all I could say. You could've knocked me over with a feather. "We just met like five hours ago and now you're-."
"-Yeah...seriously." He repeated, amused by my response. "I want you to take my name and be my wife."
With my eyes widened like a couple of saucers, my brows probably disappeared into my hairline. I was flabbergasted and never expected this to happen so soon. I loved him with ever fiber of my being but was I ready to take the next step and get married? I had to blame my concussion for what happened next. Busting up, I laughed so hard I snorted while Jesse's jaw dropped at the spectacle before him; I was hysterical.
He shook his head at my reaction but couldn't keep the smile from creeping onto his face. Apparently the shock I was experiencing was entertaining to him.
"I can't believe it. You're actually laughing at me." The more he complained, the more my eyes watered from all of the guffawing I was doing. "I finally propose to the only woman I've ever loved and get laughed at." In one swift motion Jesse flipped us over so he was on top and silenced me with a lip bruising kiss that nearly took my breath away. I was no longer laughing as our foreheads pressed together. "I've never been more serious in my life." Pulling away, he locked eyes with me. "I want to spend the rest of my life with you." Stroking my cheek with the back of his hand my heart rate sped up like a jackhammer. "Say yes and make me the happiest man alive."
When I realized how serious he was, all I could do was gaze into his beautiful brown orbs and see the truth behind his unexpected proposition. It was difficult to process everything and ignore the deafening sound of silence that filled the room; he was waiting for me to say something.
And then I word vomited...
"Dude! That was the lamest proposal in the history of proposals."
"Oh yeah?" He grinned.
"Yeah." I responded, grinning back. "Just because I'm not the typical frilly frou frou type, it doesn't mean I'm not traditional."
Thinking about what I was saying Jesse nodded with understanding. "Down on one knee, ring in hand with hearts and flowers." He mumbled to himself but loud enough for me to hear. "Is that what you want?"
"Yes!"
"Noted." He said, pressing his lips to mine. "So, when can I expect an answer?"
Yes! Yes! Yes! My inner goddess shouted as she bounced off the walls like a pinball while my subconscious pulled out a balance scale to weigh the options.
Even though I didn't know what to say, I couldn't keep the grin off my face. Here I was in my early twenties, having graduated from college with honors and winning several a cappella competitions, and now I received a proposal of marriage from a man I was head over heels in love with.
Part of me wanted to shout yes from the rooftops but I knew I needed to take the time and not rush a decision that would affect the rest of our lives.
Flipping us back over I crawled over him, rubbed myself along his hardening length and relished the feeling of no barrier between us. Leaning forward my chest dangled before him as he grabbed my butt cheeks with both hands and guided his shaft slowly inside. Fuck! It felt so good that my eyes rolled back as I let out a strangled cry.
As he held on to my ass he drove himself deeper while feasting on my breasts. "God, I love these." He murmured between my mounds of flesh as he motorboated them. When we locked eyes I saw pure love and adoration as his arms moved up my back and enveloped me while we made love for the umpteenth time since leaving rehearsals. I'd never felt so desired as our bodies molded together while we moved in perfect synchrony.
Kissing him passionately my fingers massaged his scalp, making him moan as we lost ourselves in the moment. As he thrust upward I met his rapid pace and bit down on his lip. Hearing his pleasure was music to my ears as I broke off the kiss and arched my back as yet, another climax consumed me. Sitting us up Jesse held me close until the pulses subsided. With his head between my palms I kissed him lustfully, then addressed his proposal.
"I'd like us to meet with Dr. Moss first." I was breathless, still recovering from my release. "I'll have my decision for you afterwards."
"You're not saying no."
"Yeah...I kind of noticed that too."
"Okay." He smiled warmly. "I'll make the appointment as soon as we get back." Thinking about his assumption, he dared to ask. "Then you're not staying in Europe?"
"No...I'm not." I admitted with a smile. "You abandoned work and flew halfway around the world to come after me, and then you spilled your guts in front of my friends. The least I could do is return with you."
Pressing his lips to mine, Jesse embraced me and held me close. "You have no idea how happy that makes me."
"I think I may have an idea." My teasing seemed to set off his desire...again, as I felt him shift inside of me.
We were connected, not only physically, but emotionally. Lowering me onto my back Jesse resumed our sexcapades. Something must have woken up inside me as I couldn't get enough of him. Perhaps it was having full disclosure between us or the sensual massage from earlier that ignited my libido, but apparently a dozen plus orgasms just wasn't enough.
"God, you feel good." I sighed with ecstasy as I tingled all over. With my legs still around him, he slowly pried my thighs apart then slowly moved in and out of me. "I'll never get enough of you."
"Good because I'm never letting you go." He whispered into my ear as he picked up the pace and grunted with each deliberate thrust. Pulling his head down to me I crushed his lips with mine. Sucking on his lower lip he groaned and then halted his actions to prolong the inevitable; with his eyes shut he was on the verge of a total melt down.
"Look at me." I murmured against his lips and saw moisture building in his eyes. "I love you. Now fill me with your love."
And he did...
Contorting his face he flushed all over and sucked in his breath. He looked to be fighting for oxygen as his mouth fell open and silently screamed while releasing his seed.
Collapsing on me, I felt his warm breath on my neck and warmth inside my core that set off yet another release as my contracting muscles seized it's prize.
"That's it! Oh God! It's happening again…" I strained as my body stiffened and continued to react on its own. Milking him dry he groaned as his semen found its forever home deep inside of me.
Coming down from our climaxes our lips barely touched as we struggled to catch our breaths. With our bodies glistening from baby oil, we were a hot mess, sweaty and sticky from our intense fuckfest, but neither of us would have it any other way. This was the defining moment in our lives when we both knew we belonged to each other.
"Say yes…" He was so soft spoken and still shaking from his earth shattering release that my heart swelled to the point I nearly caved in. "We're so good together."
He was right, where he was the love of my life, I was his. There would be nobody else for either of us; we were soulmates and meant to be together...always.
The morning after...
With my backside against his front, his arms were firmly wrapped around me with his morning wood poking against my rear. Not only was the dude rock hard, he was dangerously close to my pink fortress (Stacie's words, not mine), which naturally turned on the juices and gave me ideas. If I lifted my leg and moved just so slightly.
Yeah! Just like that...
Reaching behind I guided his soft tip to my opening then slowly took him inside. Letting out a small whimper I moved my hips to feel more as he began to stir and realize what I had instigated.
"Oh, baby..." He purred into my hair, becoming more coherent. "Fuck, I want you!"
Ridding us of the comforter he lifted my leg and drove himself deeper while I laid back against him and rolled my eyes to the heavens. With an arm around me, his mouth latched onto my neck while his other hand reached between my thighs and found my hot spot.
If every morning could start like this...
Losing ourselves in our passion we moaned in unison as we worked our way closer to the ultimate goal. With a squeeze to my breast and flick to my clit he thrust into my drenched core as the room was filled with the sound of slapping skin. It didn't take long before I felt the familiar pull down south as my abdominal muscles involuntarily clenched.
"Fuck!" I labored and beared down as he increased his speed. "Right there baby, right fucking there!"
Nibbling on my earlobe Jesse whispered into my ear and catapulted my lust into space like a shooting star. "Geben sie sich zu mir." First in German and then he repeated in English. "Give yourself to me."
The porn worthy sounds coming from me surprised us both as he continued his seduction of my soul.
"Sei mein für immer." He delivered the line sensually, driving himself even deeper while holding me tight. "Be mine forever."
And that's all it took as I had a death grip on his arm and came with reckless abandon. Yelling my release he stilled himself and watched in awe as I lost control of my senses.
"That's it!" He praised as my body bucked on its own accord while he gently massaged my swollen love bud. "Du gehörst zu mir." He whispered. "You belong to me."
"Yes." I breathed. "I'm yours."
Starting up again he pumped through my spasms, and it was only a matter of time before he was chasing his own orgasm. With a few more thrusts he grunted and shot his load. We remained connected through our climaxes as our heated bodies pulsed together while he rained kisses along my neck and shoulder.
Neither of us wanted to move. Still buried inside we were savoring our union and enjoying the closeness, but knew it couldn't last. The sun was up and many things needed to be accomplished today. Retracting himself slowly I turned over to face him. Flushed and grinning from ear to ear we held each other and kissed passionately.
"Good morning." We said at the same time and chuckled.
With all the drama this past week we were finally in a good place and shared a love that couldn't be pried apart with dynamite.
Buzz...Buzz...Buzz...
What the hell…
"It's your cell phone, I'll get it." Jesse unwrapped himself from me and hopped to his feet.
Watching him in all his glory I couldn't help noticing he was still erect as his joy stick swayed with every step he took. Damn! I was one lucky woman! I thought to myself, because the dude didn't have an ounce of fat on him and was well endowed; he was also always ready for action. With my lady bits being so tender from all the attention it had been receiving since early last night, my legs felt like jello and I wondered if I was going to be able to do the choreography for tonight's performance, or even walk for that matter.
Shit! I remembered that my stuff was still in the room I shared with Stacie. Accepting my iPhone from Jesse, I covered my mouth and snorted at the plethora of text messages from the Bellas and decided to share them with him.
Chloe: "You still alive?"
Stacie: "How's the makeup sex?"
Aubrey: "Shouldn't you be rehearsing?"
Fat Amy: "You two dingos still going at it?"
Cynthia Rose: "Get it girl!"
Lily: "I can bend my legs behind my back."
Flo: "Love for today but win tomorrow!"
Ashley: "Your boyfriend is so hot!"
Jessica: "You two are adorbs."
Emily: "Jesse seems really nice."
Fat Amy: "I've got dibs on you naming your first joey after me."
And finally...
Stacie: "Stop fucking your boyfriend and meet us for breakfast!"
Placing the phone down I cracked up. "They're all nuts!" I concluded. "Every single one of them."
He laughed along with me. "Yeah...they are, but they love you."
Smirking at his remark I had to agree with him. "Yeah...I love those weirdos, but...I love you more."
Smiling at my comment, he kissed me tenderly. "C'mon…it's early enough, we can still meet them in the cafe."
"Dude! No!" I cautioned. "Do you really want to put us through their interrogation?"
"Absolutely!" He responded with enthusiasm. "I want the world to know how happy we are."
Acknowledging him with another smirk I shook my head because I knew what we were up against. "Okay, but don't be surprised if you hear me say, I told you so..."
"I'm counting on it." He clarified. "But first, I think to conserve water we should probably shower together." His suggestive tone had my eyes rolling because after hours of lovemaking the guy was insatiable, and apparently so was I.
As Jesse tidied our room by gathering our discarded clothing into a pile, I rolled over onto my back and thought about how nasty I was to the Bellas before he arrived. Running my fingers through my hair, I let out a sigh of despair.
"What's wrong, baby?"
"I owe them an apology."
"You're right." Agreeing with me, Jesse nodded with understanding as he sat down on the bed. "When your friend called me the other day, she was very concerned. She really cares about you, they all do. Stacie told me about the flight and how you slept all day when you got here."
"I think it may have been the concussion, or Ambien, or both…"
"It's okay, baby. Those girls know you weren't yourself yesterday and will forgive you, but you do owe them the truth."
Resigned to the fact that he was right I gave him a nod of acknowledgment and sent a quick text to Chloe letting her know we would be meeting them for breakfast and another text to Stacie to warn her we were sending for my luggage.
While I messaged them, Jesse called concierge to retrieve my belongings, requested for housekeeping to change our bedding and then retreated to the ensuite bath.
Hearing running water from the shower, Jesse came back to our room where I was sprawled out on the soiled sheets. For the first time in my life I felt so free, without inhibition and couldn't give a damn how I looked. Chuckling at the site before him I was scooped into his arms and carried into the enormous stall where we not only took turns cleaning each other, we helped ourselves to some steamy shower sex.
With my bags delivered within the hour I was dressed in no time. Applying my trademark mascara I noticed the bruise below my eye was finally fading but also took note of how flushed I was. I finally had color in my cheeks and was going to get shit from the Bellas. Brushing out my freshly washed and blown dry hair, I observed newly acquired hickeys that would be nearly impossible to cover. Damn you Swanson! I thought to myself, then recalled the passion behind their creation and didn't seem to mind as much. Remembering how I harassed Stacie about hers, I decided it was best to wear my hair down to conceal the blooming marks.
"Almost ready?" Jesse asked, kissing the back of my neck as I looked at our reflection in the mirror while putting on the finishing touches to my hair and makeup. We looked different, like a couple who belonged together. "You're so beautiful." He gushed.
"Thanks." I was more soft spoken than usual as I thought back to how miserable I felt on the flight over here and how I was going to leave everything I'd ever loved behind. "Thank you for coming for me, and for last night."
Fighting back tears I was brought to my feet and pulled into his arms. "Shh...don't cry, you'll ruin your makeup." And lightly pressed his lips to mine. "I did it for both of us."
"I know you did." Acknowledging him with another kiss, my heart swelled and felt as though it could explode. "Shall we…?"
Taking the elevator to the main level, I was nervous to face the girls. Whereas yesterday I was a basket case with a broken heart, I was a complete bitch to the Bellas and insulted them for their efforts. I was so full of displaced anger that it came out as abusive criticism that would've given Aubrey a run for the money as she used to take pride in ordering us around like a bunch of soldiers. Today, I was a changed woman with a heart filled with love and joy. Jesse was right, I not only owed my friends an apology, they deserved an explanation for my erratic behavior. After breakfast I would need to have a heart to heart with them.
Walking with our arms around each other into the cafe we heard a commotion that could only be coming from the gang including Jesse's brother, who were already seated. Rising from his chair, Tom casually extended his arm for a handshake but was pulled into a manly hug by an overly animated Jesse who, took him by surprise. Glancing over at Chloe, she could hardly contain herself as she saw our men show brotherly love for each other.
"What did you do to him?" She asked quietly, as she watched their interaction. "Last night must have been something else."
That was an understatement...
Not saying a word I took a seat next to my favorite redhead and winced ever so slightly as I scooted my chair closer to the table.
"Oh, shit!" Chloe whispered, trying not to laugh. Unable to keep myself from blushing, I smirked, giving her a look she would only understand. "Overuse." She whispered sympathetically as I nodded. "You poor thing. I'm sure you hated every minute of it."
Chuckling at her wit I placed a napkin on my lap and shielded myself with a menu from the looks I was receiving from the girls, as Jesse sat on my other side.
Leaning closer to me, he just couldn't stand it. "For the record I like making you sore." He whispered for my ears only. "I want you to always remember where I've been."
Pretending to study the menu I couldn't conceal my grin. "So do I." And spoke loud enough for him to hear me. With his mouth agape I'd surprised him again and enjoyed the impact of my words. "So...what're we having?" I nonchalantly asked, trying to ignore the many sets of eyes on us. "I'm starving!"
"I bet you are..." Stacie's suggestive comment broke the silence which had me lowering the menu and narrowing my eyes at her as she sat opposite of me. "You're FFG (freshly fucked glow) is blinding." She teased, pretending to shield her eyes with her hand. "And what is that? A hickey?" She stood up and reached across the table to move my hair and expose my neck which, I slapped away.
And so it begins...
"What are we teenagers?" She asked, grinning up a storm as she took her seat and threw my words right back at me.
Touche...
"Why yes, Stacie...it is. One of many, actually." Dropping the menu to the table my sarcasm took over. "Would you care to see the rest?"
"Sure!" The tramp called my bluff. "I'll show you mine if you show me yours..."
"Aca-sluts!" Amy coughed, distracting us and encouraged more laughter as we glared at our Aussie friend.
"Um...that's okay, babe. I don't think that'll be necessary." Jesse brought the menu back up to shield me. "I think everyone here gets the idea."
"Says who?" Amy asked. "And since when do you wear so much blush?"
Somebody kill me...
"Oh...that's not makeup, Amy. "Chloe chimed in. "She's just flushed from all the sex she's been having. Isn't that right, Beca?"
"Thanks Chlo!" I snapped back. My words dripped of contempt as I heard snickers around the table.
"Don't mention it." The ginger responded, smiling away.
With my menu still raised I turned to Jesse who was on the verge of cracking up. None of this seemed to bother him as my friends made a mockery of my sex life.
"Are you happy now?" I whispered. "I told you this would happen."
Instead of responding with words, Jesse took the menu away, leaned towards me, and with his hand cradling my jaw, guided my lips to his. No longer caring about the PDA we were displaying, I let the kiss deepen as the snickering and laughter subsided. By the time our kiss ended, you could hear a pin drop.
"Let them have their fun." He mumbled against my lips. "They're just jealous."
"You're terrible." I mumbled back, smiling against him.
"Yes, I am but I'm also very much in love."
"Me too."
And we kissed again…
By the time we pulled apart all eyes were upon us.
"Any more questions?" Jesse asked.
"Just one more." Stacie couldn't resist making fun of my predicament. "Um...some of us noticed you winced a little when you sat down. Can you even walk?"
Oh fucking swell...
"She's right." Some of the girls added. Turning a deeper shade of red, I'd never felt so embarrassed as Chloe gave me a look of empathy.
"Beca." Like so many times before my ex-captain used my name with a patronizing tone that usually set off my temper. "Are you going to be able to do the choreography tonight?" Aubrey teased with a smirk of her own.
Just as I was about to respond, Flo jumped in to save the day with one of her crazy stories.
"In Guatemala we were so poor. I would ride my bicycle to nana's, twenty-two miles on rocky unpaved roads. By the time I returned home I was filthy, bowlegged and shook like a wet dog. It took weeks before the tremors went away and returned to normal. Americans don't know how easy they've got it."
Not sure how to respond to her story I turned to Jesse who was close to losing it. "Don't worry, baby. I'm sure we can find a way to limber you up before you go on."
My mouth fell open as I gasped; I couldn't believe what he said as the girls reacted with more laughter. "You're just as bad as they are!"
"And you love it." He teased, kissing my cheek.
He was right again, I did…
With our orders finally taken, our food arrived about fifteen minutes later.
The attention was finally off of us while we sat in silence and devoured our meals. But eating was the last thing in my mind. Thinking about all that's happened between us and what was still ahead was distracting the hell out of me.
Focusing on tonight's challenge, we only had a few hours to perfect our routine and pull off one hell of an upset. I had to admit it. Das Sound Machine were amazing, and with their many members they were the crowd favorite and expected to go all out with a production beyond a cappella that included professional choreography and pyrotechnics. With this in mind we knew we couldn't compete on their level so we opted for no gimmicks and no props that could detract from our unique and honest performance. Instead of a flashy show, we targeted for the sentimentality factor by bringing generations of Bella's to stand with us as we represented the country. With Emily's original song added to the mix we hoped to capture more than just a performance; we wanted to leave an impression on the a cappella world.
"Hey! You alright?" Jesse asked softly, bringing me out of my fog as I stared straight ahead and forgot about the fork in my hand. "You're food is getting cold."
"Jesus, I must have zoned out." Placing my utensil on my plate I took a deep breath and brought my napkin to my mouth. "I'm okay, just thinking about stuff."
"Nervous about tonight?"
"No. Actually...I'm not." My response earned a smile from the object of my desire. "I think we're going to kick some ass."
"Damn straight!" Chloe added. "DSM is going down!"
"That's right!" Cynthia Rose chimed in. "We've got this!"
"Yeah! Let's show those Aca-Nazi Deutch-bags how it's done!" Amy continued, waving a chubby closed fist. "Let's crush this!"
With the rest of the Bellas cheering, Jesse and I exchanged looks and knew things would be okay.
Rising to his feet, Jesse walked over to his sibling and slapped him on his back. "C'mon brother, these ladies need to practice and we've got some shopping to do."
"We do?" Tom asked, surprised by his brother's strange behavior. "What're we buying?"
"I'll explain on the way." Jesse responded. Saying their farewells to the girls, the brothers gave Chloe and I each a kiss goodbye.
As soon as they were out of sight Chloe practically accosted me. "What the hell was that about?"
Touching the tips of my fingers to my lips I smiled to myself and said nothing. Recalling the impromptu proposal from earlier this morning, I remained silent.
"Yeah, what are they shopping for?" Stacie inquired, taking an emery board to her nails.
Keeping it to myself, I let it sink in. After a brief moment of silence there were several gasps and I was soon surrounded by the Bellas.
"Beca, did he…?" Chloe asked as I nervously bit my bottom lip and nodded. "Oh, my God!" She squeaked, and pulled me into a bone crushing hug. "You've got to tell us everything!"
"And don't leave out the gruesome details." Stacie added, making my eyes roll.
And then came the questions...
"How did he do it?"
"Did you say yes?"
"Are you engaged?"
"Do your parents know?"
"Where's the ring?"
"When is the big day?"
Pulling away from Chloe I needed to address the Bellas.
"Guys...stop!" Holding my hand up in protest, I ceased the interrogation. "Before I say anything more, I need to apologize for yesterday. I wasn't myself and took out my anger and frustrations on all of you. I'm really sorry for being such a dick."
"Becs, I think I can speak for all of us." Chloe took the lead. "There's nothing to forgive. We're your sisters and will always love you no matter what. But if he ever hurts you again, we'll hunt him down and make his life a living hell."
Jeez!
"Don't worry, Chloe. He's done living in the past and being that pompous ass. After last night I don't have anymore doubts about us."
Just as I was done addressing my bestie's concerns, our control freak friend stepped in.
"I can't believe it. Out of all of us, the one who didn't do relationships has been proposed to." Aubrey continued. "So...tell us what happened!"
With the girls not letting me off the hook I decided to give them what they wanted. Like Jesse and I discussed earlier, after the way I treated them yesterday, they deserved the truth.
"Fine." Rolling my eyes I conceded and brought us over to the hotel's grand fireplace where we were seated in an intimate circle. Not one for sharing personal details with anyone I took a deep breath and exhaled. "We were just laying in bed enjoying being together when he suggested we get married."
"That's it?" Chloe asked, disappointed and let out a sigh. "Nothing else?"
"No! Like I said, it wasn't planned. It just sort of happened."
"Wait! Hold on a second." My slutty friend just had to ask. "Was that before or after sex." Shaking my head I chuckled at Stacie's candor and appeased her.
"Well...both, I guess." My face flamed as I shared more intimate details than I cared to. "And sort of during."
"That's more like it!" She was full of pride as she clutched her heart and teared up. "How romantic."
"Jeez! You white folks have way too much sex." Cynthia Rose joked, holding up my left hand. "Dude fucks you senseless and proposes with no bling..."
"CR...Jesse Swanson is a billionaire." Aubrey intervened, sounding as condescending as ever. "What do you think he's gone shopping for?"
"Ahh…gotcha!"
"Shhh…!" Amy hushed everyone to get my attention. "Enough with the insipid details." She sighed for dramatic affect. "What did you say?"
Unable to hold back my grin I was thoroughly enjoying myself as I stood up and turned towards the exit. "Let's go nerds...time to rehearse."
"Wait!" Chloe jumped to her feet and blocked my path. "You're not going to tell us?"
After a beat I looked into Chloe's bright blue eyes; she was dying to know.
"No." I merely responded. "Not until after I tell him."
Realizing I hadn't given Jesse an answer yet, the girls let me off the hook, rose to their feet and followed me to the front of the hotel where a couple of taxis were waiting. With half of the Bellas climbing into the first cab, the rest of us clambered into the second.
After a short drive we pulled up to the studio we had reserved, and with a new sense of purpose, we practiced as though our lives depended on it. In a way this was the most important competition, because not only were we competing internationally, it was the last time we would be together on stage.
Several hours later…
With dress rehearsals underway we had changed into our matching navy and white outfits and were ready to face the world as the new and improved Barden Bellas. Each group was given twenty minutes to familiarize themselves with the stage, and our turn was coming up. We were impressed by the enormity of the event as our competition filled large tents set up by the event coordinators and were being interviewed by the vast global associated press.
As the Legacy Bellas joined us for the first time on stage we knew we had something special to share with the world of a cappella. Seeing Emily and her mom on stage actually made me emotional as current and past generations of Bellas were performing together.
Being so wrapped up with rehearsals I didn't even notice that the brothers had returned and seemed preoccupied with distributing something out to everyone.
What the hell were they up to?
Thinking about all the firsts between Jesse and I, this would be another one because where he knew about my involvement with a cappella, Jesse had never actually seen me perform it.
"Hey Becs…?" Chloe nudged me out of my reverie. "The festival is about to begin. They need us to wrap it up."
Giving Chloe a smile, I hugged her. "We're ready."
As each country was represented, professional groups such as Penn Masala, Pentatonix and The Filharmonics were there to win while some of the smaller groups were just happy to be a part of something so special. We had our own agenda; we were three time National Champions and wanted to go out on top and win Worlds.
A couple of hours into competition, Das Sound Machine was introduced and took the stage.
With our polished appearance, we watched our adversaries put on one hell of a show.
They were dressed in black and filled the stage with their commanding presence. With military-like precision movements, their choreography was perfectly executed while flames shot up everywhere. "Light them up." was their mantra as they rapped their way into a cappella history and ignited the audience. Ending their number with their country's flag displayed on the giant high resolution screen, they pulled off political propaganda at it's finest as the crowd chanted their name; DSM! DSM! DSM! Not a minute later they were off stage and in our faces, trying their best to intimidate us.
"The Barden Bellas…" The Der Kommissar chick patted her forehead to remove excess sweat. "So nice of you to come out and witness our victory."
Riding on the blonde amazon's coat tails, the co-leader of the German group carelessly jumped in with both feet.
"Ya...listen to them chant our name, they love us. Sorry Bellas, but you don't stand a chance...go home."
"Pieter...is that your name?" I asked as he nodded like a bobble head. "Did your accent get thicker? Is that like an intimidation thing?" Shaking his head at my inquiry, he looked like a moron. "Enjoy it while you can because we're going to kick your ass." Feeling more like my old self I talked smack on behalf of the Bellas as they backed me up. "It's not over yet. C'mon ladies, they're about to announce us."
"Representing the United States of America, three time collegiate and current National a cappella champions, from Atlanta Georgia we bring you the Barden University Bellas!"
With the lights darkened we took the stage and got into position. Standing side by side Chloe and I were dead center as we faced the crowd of thousands and took it all in. Blowing the pitch pipe, I stowed it away in a pocket, found Jesse in the audience and quietly counted off.
"One...two...three...four…"
A/N: Next time the Bellas obliterate their competition and say farewell. Please R&R and feel free to share your thoughts. Thank you for reading...