The bright but not suffocating September sun was reflecting on Beca Mitchell's sunglasses. This day marked the day she would sacrifice a bit more of her anti-friendship walls. On this day, she was moving in the house welcoming the Barden Bellas team. She was moving in with nine other girls who loved to dance, to sing, to party and especially not to mind their own business. She loved them, some more than the others, but she had to admit that she didn't even know why she had accepted in the first place. She, who was introverted and liked to take refuge in her musical world, had not been able to say no to the redheaded tornado who served as her best friend. Chloe Beale knew how to be persuasive when she wanted something, and having Beca near her seemed so obvious that for nothing in the world she would have let her rent a shared room in the Barden University dorms for a new year. That was why Beca was in front of this huge white house, with her boxes, suitcases and bags of electronic equipment that she had just unloaded from the taxi that had taken her there.

Upon entering the building, the musician realized that the interior was just as vast as the exterior made it appear. The entrance hall was wide and overlooked a brown varnished wooden staircase. The walls were white, still immaculate. Beca figured they weren't going to stay this clean for long, knowing Amy. The house was already in turmoil on this mid-morning after the arrival of the other girls who had chosen to all move in on the same day so they could help each other. Beca rolled her suitcase to the bottom of the stairs and saw that it was going up three flights. She quickly told herself that the higher would be the better for her and her need for calm and intimacy.

She took the right and entered the kitchen where Chloe and Stacie were putting the dishes in the cupboards. The two girls had arrived first and had had time to put their things away, a priori. The room was fully equipped, with a central island that could accommodate four stools and the furniture was red and white. Modern, but not too much and not too aggressive either for the less morning people. Beca appreciated the gesture.

"Hi Becs, do you need help to unload your stuff ?" Chloe asked, jumping from a stool to welcome her with a hug.

Beca noticed that her rather sporty clothes clung to her skin. It took her a while to realize that Stacie had approached too.

"Hello ? Beca? You lost your tongue ?" The mocking brunette said, passing a hand in front of his face. "No, uh... Thanks, it'll be fine. I wanted to know if the top floor was still free." Beca finally answered. "Okay, well not really, Amy took one of the two beds. Something about her need for privacy being more important than ours..." Chloe responded, brushing her sentence off with her hand. "There's a bed left in that room, if you want."

"Okay, I'll see if she didn't take the two beds to make a unique one..." Beca said before turning around to leave the room.

She walked upstairs with her suitcase and laptop bag. On the first floor, she passed Lily who was taking her collection of hair combs out of a velvet box, and Jessica and Ashley, or Ashley and Jessica, who were chasing each other down the hallway for some unknown reason. The house was a real anthill. There seemed to be a bathroom on this floor, Beca noticed. She continued her climb and came face to face with Cynthia Rose who was coming down.

"Hey, DJ Becs, good to see you. Chloe's room is in the back right." She pointed with her thumb, before running downstairs. Beca turned to deny that she wasn't looking for Chloe's room but changed her mind when she saw the young woman already at the bottom of the stairs. She finished going upstairs and found herself on a landing where two corridors led off on either side. On the left, two doors. One of them was closed and said "Stacie" in big glittery letters and the other, open, must have been Cynthia Rose's. To the right, remained a closed door at the end of the corridor which must had been Chloe's room. Across from Beca was a second bathroom whose location she took note of. She went up to the top floor and found herself tangled in some kind of pink fringed curtain that covered the entrance to the room. She got out of it with a sigh of annoyance and noticed that the room was a complete mess.

The top floor was actually a solid landing, with no doors or boundaries. Amy had probably thought that no one would come that high and had spread her belongings out here and there. The second bed was covered with clothes. Posters of kangaroos, crocodiles and Ashton Kutcher covered the walls. A large Australian flag served as a carpet. Amy really didn't waste any time. The blonde was also busy putting clothes away in a closet while whistling and hadn't heard Beca enter. She turned quickly and cried out in surprise.

"Oh Cap', you scared me ! You could let me know when you visit your good old comrade" The blonde said. "Hello to you too Amy, can you take your things off the bed, please. I'm settling in here."

The Australian did so without responding but grumbled for the five long minutes that were necessary to finally see the second bed. Beca rolled her eyes at the melodrama of her friend who would now be her roommate. She would certainly have preferred to be alone but it was the season of sacrifice and risk-taking, apparently. The brunette set up her corner of the room differently, so that she could set up a small desk against the stair railing that went up to her side of the room. She could quickly plug in her equipment and sink into her music until the house calmed down a little. She was making the last connections between two computer speakers when Amy, who had remained in her corner until then, called out her name.

"Hey Becs, what is this box ?" She asked with a gray shoebox in her hands. Amy had already removed the lid to reveal photos and USB sticks when Beca pounced on her to retrieve her belongings. She snatched it from her hands, panting from having rushed the length of the room, and propped the box against her. "Nothing interesting. Rule #1: Don't touch my stuff." The brunette said menacingly. "Okay, very good." The blonde accepted, raising both hands in a sign of peace.

Beca turned back to her desk, the box still stuck to her, and looked around for a hiding place where no one would go looking for the box. She vaguely heard Amy telling her that the first photo of her and Chloe was very beautiful. After spending several hours plugging in her equipment, moving boxes up and down the stairs again and again, Beca had finally finished setting up her side of the room. She looked at Amy out of the corner of her eye so as not to attract her attention. The blonde was hanging up the posters that Beca had made her take down on her side. She seemed busy. Perfect. Beca still had one important thing to sort out: where to hide the damn box. She grabbed the said box that remained in her field of vision and went down very slowly so as not to be noticed. She heard Chloe talking to Stacie in the living room, to the left of the stairs, so she turned right. In the kitchen, no place could be suitable. She moved forward a little and saw a recess leading to a white door. She opened it and discovered a staircase leading down to a basement. She heard a noise coming from the living room so she rushed down the stairs to avoid being spotted.

Beca wasn't afraid of the dark or the little creatures that used to wander around basements. But she still didn't really like the dark and the little creatures that crawled in the basement. She flipped on the switch at the bottom of the rickety staircase, shining a single yellow bulb ready to burst. Nothing interesting could attract one of the girls to this room and that was why everything made it interesting. She moved forward and discovered boxes of former tenants - their first names were written on them - old furniture, remnants of costumes, balls and other sports equipment. The list was long, so much disorder had invaded the room. Each tenant must have left something for a good ten years. We would have to ask the dean of the University to clear the entire room. Meanwhile, the size of the room and its disorder did not suggest that it was a good hiding place for such a small object.

When she reached the top of the basement stairs, the shoebox under her arm, the door opened to reveal Chloe. The two young women had a start of surprise. "Beca ?! You scared me ! Are you searching something ?" The redhead asked after recovering from her stupor. "Uh, no, I..."

Beca, caught in the act, didn't know what excuse to use and looked for an escape. "I was visiting a bit." She concluded, almost proud to have found an excuse. "Are you visiting the cellar ?" Chloe asked doubtfully. "With a shoebox ?" She added. "Yes, I'm looking for uh... A place for uh... Storage." Beca jabbered. "Oh, I'll help you!" Chloe then said, ready to put her hands on the box "No !" Beca shouted.

Given Chloe's surprise at the tone she had used, she had to make up for it. "I found it, I'm going to put it under my bed. I should have done that from the start!" Beca exclaimed, passing the redhead and rushing out the kitchen.

Beca rushed up the stairs, leaving a perplexed Chloe in her tracks. Once in her room, Beca thanked the heavens and David Guetta for making sure Amy wasn't there so she could finally hide the damn box. Out of breath, she sat down in her desk chair and began to scan the room, playing with the box in her hands. The clothes closet was off limits since she was sharing it with Amy. Shelves of vinyl and CDs covered her side of the wall but they were far too visible to hide anything. Although, Beca figured that hiding something in plain sight might be the best way to counter her friends' curiosity. She then opted for the underside of her bed. She already stored her empty suitcase, her bags and other packing boxes there which she used to move her equipment. As she pushed one of the boxes, she suddenly encountered resistance. She pulled again, with all her strength, but the cardboard was caught on a floorboard that was lifting slightly. The little brunette had no choice but to sink under the bed to be able to press on the board. She found it strange that a fairly new house like theirs already had problems with wear and tear. As she approached the floorboard to push it back into place, she saw that something was blocking the board. It was rectangular in shape and looked rather stiff. She crawled a little further under the bed and extracted the object from the small alcove under the board. Coming out from under the bed, she discovered that it was a journal, the moleskin type, black and dusty. Beca sat up against her bed and opened the journal. She could read very clearly the inscriptions "Belongs to Quinn Fabray - Year 2010-2011" on the first page. The young woman didn't know anyone by that name, but she knew that the diary was at least three years old. She turned the page and discovered one filled with little drawings that you would scribble when you're bored in class. The next one was a list of things to do before you die.

List of things to do before you die:

1. Go to Kenya

2. Meet Emma Watson

3. Call Mom

4. Learn martial arts

5. Tell R everything.

6. Find Beth

Beca's curiosity was now piqued. She continued and came across the first entry in the diary: September 12, 2010.

Sunday September 12, 2010 – 2:54 a.m.

Dear Diary, perhaps it's too cliché to start with Dear Diary, isn't it? Okay, whatever. I know we haven't seen each other for some time. I didn't need to write anymore until today. I was like anesthetized. You know how I am when I'm around her. This summer went by very quickly, too quickly. I was able to get closer to her. You know how afraid I was to do it before. I was afraid of ruining her with my illness. I've already made her suffer enough. But this summer, probably because we were leaving for university, we became friends. We took walks. We talked a lot. I also apologized a lot for everything I had done to her. She always assured me that she had forgiven me but you know how much I blame myself and that I will always blame myself for everything I put her through. I miss her. I'm finally away from Lima and Ohio but I'm not in New York either. I've never been so far from her. Tomorrow she starts dance classes at Julliard. Oh, you know like I do that she will look fabulous there. And in a year or two, when she gets a role on Broadway, everyone will know. In a year or two, or maybe even before that, she will probably have forgotten me. She promised me she wouldn't. She made me promise to come see her and that she would come here to Georgia, too. I have no doubt she will keep her promise. I just know that I won't be able to let her go again. I'm pitiful, I know Diary. I hear you screaming at me to go see her, to tell her everything. But how can I ask her to listen to my feelings? After all the harm I have done to her, how could she respond positively to me? She's my only friend, Diary. It would ruin everything. I can't. But it haunts me. I can't sleep anymore. And even when I sleep, I dream of her. That's why I'm writing to you this evening, Diary. Because no one else can know all this. Then, even so, no one is there to try to find out.

Beca closed the journal hastily when she heard Amy come upstairs. She quickly put the journal and its box under the floorboard. She came out from under the bed just in time to see Amy enter.

"Ah, Cap', you're here. We were looking for you. Mama Beale and Stacie made the meal. They are waiting for us for our "first inauguration meal"." She made quotation marks while speaking in a high-pitched voice about the meal, making it clear that she found the idea stupid. "Okay, let's go." Beca replied before dragging her up the stairs. The Australian brushed some dust from her hair as she passed. The brunette, for her part, promised herself to resume her reading later. She wanted to learn more about this Quinn and her story.