A/N: Testing…

This was taken from a fanfic I was doing before for Glee. However, (no offense to fellow gleeks) I lost the love I have for Glee. However, the story in which this was taken from had a really good plot and I really wanted to develop it. So this is testing the waters. I do hope I don't offend anyone.

I don't own the characters of Pitch Perfect.

Once upon a time, a girl with dark brown hair and huge, enthusiastic smile was given the gift of voice. It was to be the most beautiful voice in the whole land as befits the child of the lady Scarlet of the High Order. But one night, the child was taken and was never seen again.

BECA:

No one knows I can sing. It's one of the secrets that I keep close guard of. I have survived for the longest time, hopping into different fosters homes without anyone knowing that I sing. But enough about this sad story. Because this actually is a fantasy story.

This story is something many might want to happen. When you know that there's somebody out there for you, you'd pretty much like to find him at the most special situation. What with all the fantasy that entertainment offers us, we can't help but dream like princes and princesses. And it's likely that we dream all the time. And when it really happens, we can't believe it. Like it's something we don't deserve. But believe me when I say, you deserve it when something extremely beautiful happens to you.

Rebecca Mitchell likes people to call her Beca. She finds that Rebecca sounds like a name of a sophisticated hooker and she's nowhere near like that. So far, she's only had 3 real boyfriends, a few flings and no one-night stands. Hard to believe huh. Beca was among the youngest and most talented sound mixer in the film industry. She was creative, had a ridiculously good ear for good music and makes killer mixes.

For the people she works with in the dining hall of Pitch Perfect Productions.

She knows she doesn't deserve this. All the more does she strive to one day be among the ranks of the greatest arrangers in the music world.

"Never again will you be loved unless you are accepted as who you are with whatever shape you are in. Until then, you will only be in human form when the moon is at its highest in the clouds. You will not have rest until you've found the one for you and you will suffer everything you've made numerous women and men have because of your meddling."

The sage glowed bright red in color as she cast her spell on the frightened individual.

"You will live in a world that is young in ideals and you will have to endure every single ounce of cruelty that will be thrown at you. And you will have the least abilities to avoid them. You must and you will experience all of it. Until you hear that somebody loves you for who you are, you will stay shifting in shape involuntarily."

"Please," the young man said, "Your curse is too much for me to bear. Death would be a better punishment than to experience all of this."

"Even in your punishment you are stubborn young sage. I have spoken. Farewell."

"No," tears ran down the eyes of the young man, "Please don't do this to m—"

A struck of lightning.

The young man woke in a damp place, feeling the world grow bigger than he ever felt before.

A deep sigh escaped from Beca's lips as she remembered the day's events. She can't believe her bad luck! Of all the people who would be seen checking out the latest P. Diddy arrangements, it was her. She was supposed to be just dropping off their lunch. She noticed no one else was in the booth. So, she took a peep. Listened to the latest mix…adjusted the effects a little bit…and then over writing the latest recording. And then the big boss came out. Station guy as what they call him.

She was immediately let go.

Bummer. Here I was thinking that I could save P. Diddy's record. Why did station guy had to be the one who entered the booth? I never saw him once visiting at that time of the hour. Sheesh! And I was actually close in probably making a break for it! Really Beca. What a loser. Beca thought to herself as she grudgingly pulled herself to get home.

She suddenly heard a muffled sound. A yelp. A bark from a really angry man. And something crashing to the dumpster ahead. She thought somebody was being raped. She hid herself in a nearby bush when suddenly something moved beside her. She almost shouted and dropped her heart when she saw a brown fur ball.

A puppy? You're the one causing the ruckus? Beca thought.

"Hi there," Beca ventured to come near the puppy. It was brown as a nut and had hair covering its eyes. A growl came from the ball of fur. "You are awfully snobbish for a dog are you?" Beca smirked. I even had to meet a snobbish animal. She was about to talk to herself about the irony of the situation when she heard a loud bark from a man. She scooped the puppy up and headed towards her apartment. Good thing I'm only near here. You should thank me dog. Which reminds me…Beca tried to see if the dog had a tag. A gold coin slipped from the god's neck which Beca caught.

"JesSon Swanson" Beca read aloud.

That's a lot a sons. And an awfully human name for a dog.

A/N: Uhhhhh…please review. Really need feedback on this.