A/N: Hey guys! I was in the middle of finishing up the last chapters of 'In Every World…' but I couldn't wait anymore… so yeah, here it is, my last fic ;) for now at least. I'll upload chapters 2 and 3 later on.

Thanks for all the support throughout the stories I've written in the past months! As always, your comments and reviews are always appreciated. Suggestions are always welcomed too, so if there's something you want to see, just let me know. This is mostly a chapter that solely focuses on Beca, so not much on the exchanges for now. We'll get more interactions between characters in the coming chapters.

Like I said before, this is a complete rehaul of PP1. Some scenes maybe reminiscent of some stuff from the first movie, but it would mostly be different. And yeah, each chapter will have a song/multiple songs featured in them. On that note, song featured in this chapter is 'Unwell' by Matchbox 20. :)

Sorry for the long note. I don't own pitch perfect.

Beginnings are always hard.

Especially when it's not the beginning that you want.

Beca knew what she wanted in life, she knew what her passions were, and it was something that could be summed up with one word. Music. She lives and breathes, hell, her heart even beats for it. There was nothing else in this world more important to her than music and if there was one thing she most definitely loved, it would be music. And there was nothing else in this world that would make her happy other than to produce music. Mix beats, let creativity flow through her fingertips and create masterpieces.

Unfortunately, she just graduated from high school.

And unfortunately, while her step-dad and her mom thinks her passion and talent is remarkable, reality dictates that if she wants to eat at least three times a day, she has to keep music in the back burner for now and just be a hobby.

What sucks is that they agree with her actual father about it too.

Things were tough, her step-brother is just about to finish college which is a good thing, but the family budget is still a little tight. To start out in LA now, she would need financial support that her family just didn't have.

And that's how she basically ended up here, at the wonderful Barden University.

Yippee.

All day staring at the ceiling
Making friends with shadows on my wall
All night hearing voices telling me
That I should get some sleep
Because tomorrow might be good for something

Beca had her headphones on as she made her way out of the dormitory. Her father had just dropped by, making sure everything was okay. Her dad came to her rescue, still trying to convince her to get a college degree that he argues would be useful for her. If she makes it through one year of college, giving it a try and all, and she still wants to move to LA as soon as possible, he'll finance her move and continue the support while she's starting out. He'll understand that it was what Beca wanted.

But Beca knew better.

Her dad would do everything he could to convince her to stick to college, keeping a close eye on her – hence she's at Barden where her dad was a professor – and just to prove the point, he now added a clause to their agreement, she has to join ac club or something stupid like that.

Have extracurricular activity and make friends.

Which shouldn't be bad, Beca thought. She didn't go to Barden just to get all buddy-buddy with her dad after all. Her step-brother was here too and at least he could help her out with that.

Hold on
Feeling like I'm headed for a breakdown
And I don't know why

Beca was trying to look for his booth so she could at least say she signed up for something, but the quad was all sorts crazy at that time of the day. Too many students, too many people shooting her a smile every now and then, trying to convince her to join their club. She did see a booth for DJs but backed off as soon as she realized it had nothing to do with music.

But it doesn't really do much other than to remind Beca that she doesn't belong here. That none of it feels right. Her roommate already hates her and they barely even interacted. Case in point, she already called student housing to ask if they could do something about it, she heard her talking on the phone complaining about extreme incompatibility with her.

Way to go on the first impression there Mitchell

So yeah, Beca has no idea how she's going to make it through the year. Her only hope is her step-brother, who is actually a pretty decent human being if he's not trying to act like he's above it all with all his glorious perfection.

But I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell
I know right now you can't tell
But stay awhile and maybe then you'll see
A different side of me
I'm not crazy, I'm just a little impaired
I know right now you don't care
But soon enough you're gonna think of me
And how I used to be, me

Beca pulled her headphones down, letting it hang around her neck. She really didn't know why but it felt like the right thing to do. Right across from where she stood in the quad she saw a redhead smiling at her, and it wasn't the kind of annoying smile she's gotten from people everywhere who were desperately trying to seek her attention so that they could try to convince them of joining their club, this one was quite sincere. Beca felt like it was kind of rude if she wouldn't give the redhead with the pretty smile and the impossibly blue eyes all the attention she deserved in the world.

Before she knew it, Beca was moving closer and closer to their booth – the redhead was with an uptight looking blonde – like a magnet was pulling her or something and she had no choice but be there and listen to them say something about being an acapella team and competing for nationals.

And is this angelic looking girl serious about acapella and completion?

And, whoa, whoa, whoa, did she just say in her head that this perfectly gorgeous specimen was angelic…

…and now the compliments won't stop…

…great, perfect, her mind is turning into goop because of the pretty redhead…

…and did she just call the hot girl a 'specimen'…

…what on earth is wrong with her!?

Need to stop thoughts about the beautiful girl in front of you Mitchell.

"I don't sing.:" Beca found herself suddenly saying. She wasn't even sure anymore how their conversation got there, all she knew was that her brain crashed some time ago then all she could think about was compliments about the redhead.

Oh well, at least she wasn't rambling them out loud.

It was strange. There she was walking away from something she really couldn't care about – or if Beca was being honest to herself, something she knew she could potentially care about – and instead of the feeling of nothingness that she told herself to get used to, she felt empty.

Like for the first time, she didn't feel any numbness, she felt longing.

For what, she wasn't entirely sure.

The day went by rather painstakingly slow. Her only consolation for the rather forgettable day was that she was able to sign up for the school radio, no signs of the step-bro though.

Beca made her way back to her dorm room after grabbing some dinner at the cafeteria. First thing she's noticed is her now empty room –looks like her roommate was successful at getting that room reassignment. Perfect. Beca was alone now. No need to make an effort or make small talks with someone she wasn't interested in making friends with. She'll have her peace.

No need to establish roots. She's going to cut ties soon anyways.

She just needs to wait out the year and soon she'll be in LA.

Beca placed her headphones back on, trying to just rest for a bit. Her thoughts were, for whatever reason, back to the quad. Her earlier interactions. The students at the radio station seemed nice enough. Then of course there was the redhead that Beca kept trying to forget. She bumped into a few other students too but she only remembered one other who tried to talk to her…

I've been talking in my sleep
and pretty soon they'll come to get me
Yeah, they're taking –

"Hello roommate! Party animal in the house!" Beca heard as she suddenly jolted up at the sound of her door slamming open. "Oh, hey, weren't you the girl at the DJ booth earlier? Deaf Jews, who knew right?"

Beca simply stared in confusion as the blonde Australian walked into her dorm room and placed her bags on the bed on the other side of the room. "The name's Fat Amy. I heard you're name's Beca." she continued to say as she grinned.

And Beca simply stared speechless as the other girl had proceeded to occupy her space, her sanctuary, talking about the activities fair and the Bellas – wasn't that the acapella group with the redhead? – and an explanation on how sometimes she won't be in their little dorm nest because of her men… and…

…Beca's head was spinning…

…this wasn't how she imagined her first day at Barden would be like.