Beca Freaking Mitchell

*** This is how I think the second movie should have gone. I didn't really enjoy how Jesse wasn't in it – and I think they tried a little too hard this time. This is the scene that Beca calls and leaves a message for Jesse after her boss tells her that her demo sucked.***

"…You're totally sleeping… Text me when you wake up." Beca said into the phone. All of her dreams of becoming a music producer were being ripped from the seams. Maybe she wasn't as good as she thought she was. Maybe she wasn't cut out to produce music. But that was all she knew how to do.

She felt like she was just hit by a bus and it just kept driving. All she wanted was to create music. And tonight, she couldn't even do that. So she got up to get in the shower and wash herself of the horrible day. As the water rained down from the showerhead, she couldn't even bring herself to sing like she always had. She couldn't even enjoy the part of herself that she thought would never change. She leaned against the shower wall and started to cry. There was nothing she could do to hold herself together. Everything that she thought she knew about herself had the potential to be completely wrong.

After a moment of weakness, she pulled herself up straight. She couldn't be perceived as weak, not even to herself. Even after all the germs from the day had been wiped away, her doubt was still there. She put on her dark blue robe, and walked out of her and Amy's bathroom. Right when she did, she noticed that someone else was in the room. Jesse was sitting at the edge of her bed waiting for her. She walked over to him and put her forehead against his as he intertwined their fingers. "Hey," he said to her.

"Hey… I'm sorry about the message, I-" she started to say as he cut her off.

"Hey! There is none of that here. Tell me what happened." He said gently. Beca kissed him, because it always made her feel better, then sat next to him on her bed. She proceeded to tell him what her boss had told her about her demo. "Beca, that's crazy. You're the most talented person I know. You can do anything. You've changed the face of a capella when you weren't even trying. You're Beca freaking Mitchell."

She smiled sadly. "I just don't know where to start… I can't write music. It's the producing part that I can do. How am I supposed to produce my own song without being able to write one?"

"You'll figure it out. You always do." He replied, picking her up wedding style, and lying them both on the bed with her legs draped over his. "You don't need to write to be a producer, you just need a writer to collaborate with. You don't have to do both jobs."

"I guess…" she said, cuddling up to his chest. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her together as if she would break if he didn't. "I love you," she said after a few moments of silence.

"I love you too, Beca." He replied with a quiet smile. He loved everything about her and had for years. Although it wasn't the first time they'd said it, it always felt like the first time.