Just saw I hit 1001 reviews. You guys are awesome, I'm in shock. So, here it is! The prologue to the new story. Hope you all enjoy it.

Prologue

"The writing sample you sent in from college was excellent," Aubrey Posen, editor-in-chief of the New York Times, said as she looked over the application in her hands. "Do you have any recent samples?"

"No, I've been too busy producing music," Beca Mitchell said in a bored tone, in absolutely no mood to be doing this interview.

"Hmph, well there seems to be no record of that."

"I'm fully aware of that, thanks," she said shortly. "Am I hired?"

"Well," Aubrey said, glaring at Beca over the folder. "The attitude is a bit much, and those earrings have got to go; but, we need a new writer and your dad was one of my favorite professors when I attended Barden, so I suppose your hired."

"Great, so will I be writing for the music section?"

"No, we have someone for that. You'll be covering weddings," Aubrey said.

"I'm sorry, weddings? No way."

"That's all we have open right now, Beca," Aubrey said, her professional tone having a bit of a smug edge to it. "It's either this, or attempt to find a job at another newspaper with such a weak portfolio."

"Fine," Beca huffed. "Thanks."

"See you bright and early tomorrow morning."

"Yeah, okay," she rolled her eyes as she grabbed her bag and left.

"Jesse, I have to tell you something," Marissa said as her and her boyfriend of four years, Jesse Swanson, were walking up to their apartment.

"Okay, tell me inside," he said as he opened the door and reached for the lights, but she stopped him.

"Jess, it's over," she said calmly.

"What's over?"

"This," she said, gesturing between them. "I'm just not fully in it anymore. My heart isn't all there."

"I'm sorry, what?" he asked, in shock as he stepped into the dark apartment which he knew was filled with their family and friends.

"I didn't want to tell you like this, but I've been seeing someone."

"Oh, have you now?"

"I met my boss's son at a company party, and we really hit it off," she said. "Why aren't the lights on?"

"Surprise!" Bumper Allen, one of Jesse's friends from college, yelled out when she flipped the light switch.

"Oh, oh my God," Marissa said, covering her face in shock. "What's going on?"

"I was going to propose to you tonight, but that's not happening anymore. What you can do tonight is get all your shit together so you can move out, while I sit here and drink and figure out if I can return the engagement ring," Jesse said calmly as he walked over to the small bar in their apartment. "Oh, by the way, Happy Birthday, bitch."

So, this story will not be as long as the other one. I'm thinking it's going to be more on the short side, maybe no more than 15 chapters. Well see, given the fact that my first Pitch Perfect story was only a one-shot and it turned into a 44 chapter story. But I don't think that'll happen here. Let me know what you guys think of it. I like how it's turning out so far, so hopefully you all will feel the same :)