Legacy

Chapter 1: Mishaps

A/N: Am I seriously starting another story?

This one is basically Pitch Perfect 2 in literary form. There will be a lot more Jeca though. I decided to write this out of a want/need to know what the characters were feeling at every given moment, and why they reacted to something a certain way, and to heighten the friendship between Emily and Beca. Ahh. I'm a loser.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything familiar. Some of the dialogue will be taken from the movie. I will also be altering some of the scenes and dialogue.

"Welcome back a cappella enthusiasts," said John Smith, co-owner of Let's-Talk-Appella, a downloadable a cappella podcast.

"We are coming to you live from the nation's capital to witness the Barden Bellas perform for the president on his birthday at the historic Kennedy Center. They are the first all-female group to win a national title, can you believe that, John?" Gail, the other co-owner, inquired.

"Not at all. What an inspiration to girls all over the country who are too ugly to be cheerleaders."

Gail grimaced at John, who shrugged as if he wasn't committing any wrongdoing. She hated his misogynic attitude toward those girls, or any girls, for that matter. She merely shook her head, careful not to mess up her hair, and turned her attention back toward the stage. Gail watched as the Barden Bellas walked in a straight line, then dispersed to get in place. With her hands on her hips, Beca Mitchell began to sing:

They say you're a freak when we're having fun
They say you must be high when we're spreading love
But we're just living life and we never stop
We got the world
We got the world…

The Barden Bellas were killing it, as expected. The crowd roared, President Obama was pleased, even John seemed to be enjoying their performance. Gail was clapping along—she loved those girls and their talent. They used to remind her of her old group, the Minstrel Cycles. Now, under the leadership of Beca Mitchell, the Bellas only reminded Gail of what she wished her old group was.

You wre-e-ecked me…

Split.

Fat Amy's pants had split open.

All movements ceased; both the Bellas and the crowd had gasped.

Beca was shell-shocked. This isn't happening…

All in a time span of twenty-four hours, all you would see on TV was the national disgrace by the Barden Bellas. Press reports. Interviews. Talk shows. The media was going crazy about Fat Amy's birthday present from down under. Not too many staff or students at Barden took much notice, however. A cappella wasn't as popular as they made it out to be. Conversely, the Dean and the two commentators took the situation into their own hands.

It was 11AM. The Barden Bellas had been summoned to the Dean's office and were awaiting confrontation. By "confrontation," Chloe knew it meant discipline. She was pacing back and forth in front of her fellow Bellas. Her breathing hadn't slowed down since she got the call, and her throat was beginning to hurt.

"Chloe, chill out. It was a mistake, they aren't gonna burn us for witchcraft," said Beca. She, unlike her ginger friend, had taken the news very appropriately. She was with Chloe when she got the call, and she was the one who had to calm Chloe down during her panic attack. The ginger envied her small friend and her ability to always remain calm, cool, and collected while also maintaining a stable relationship and a leadership of an all-female group. It seemed impossible, but she had done it.

"No," Chloe began, "but the National A Cappella Association is in there talking to the Dean about us and who knows what's gonna happen?"

"We've won three championships. Whatever happens in there we're gonna be fine," Beca deadpanned, rolling her eyes as Chloe kept pacing. She perked up. She was still awaiting a call from Residual Heat Recording Studio, which must have been what inspired her next comment. "Maybe it's time to… think about other stuff."

Chloe's expression changed; she looked as if Beca had slapped her in the face. "What other stuff?"

Beca replied too fast. What was she thinking? "You know, school… jobs… life…"

"This group is my life. I've intentionally failed Russian lit three times so I could be a Bella." Chloe sighed and took a seat next to Beca, crossing her legs and putting her elbows on her knees. After a few moments she sat back abruptly. "This is the worst thing that has ever happened to us. Ever!" she exclaimed. Everyone fell silent.

Chloe was supposed to graduate three years ago, with Aubrey. And she was prepared to—grade wise. After the Bellas performance at the ICCA's in 2012, however, she decided she would start failing classes in order to continue her Bella career.

"The Dean is ready for you tramps," said a voice. Beca flicked her head toward the sound while the girls gasped. Beca simply rolled her eyes and stood up. She blew out a breath. Authorities.

The Bellas followed the uncouth adult that sent for them into the Dean's office, and stood in silence for a few seconds as the Dean gathered his thoughts. Beca could see the disappointed miens of the NAA, and she knew it was about to be over for the Bellas.

"Ladies," the Dean began. "You have dragged the good name of Barden University into the gutter. And you've really upset these people… whose names I've already forgotten."

A smile creeped at the corners of Beca's mouth, but she quickly shut them down. It was times like these where she had to remain a professional. Gail and John exchanged glances after giving the Dean a look of disapproval.

John Smith was the first to speak up, going on about how their "southern exposure" ruined the a cappella economy. It seemed as if he wouldn't shut up about it, too, and Beca wanted so badly just to force his silence, but she remained still. Professional, she reminded herself.

"It is the decision of this governing body that the Bellas are hereby suspended," Gail said, her imperative voice speaking for the first time. This dictum had dumbfounded the Bellas. Even Beca's eyes widened. "The terms of your suspension are laid out in this document." She held out a folder. Chloe staggered forward, very shaken up, and accepted it. She flipped through it a few times, and Beca could tell her friend was on the edge of a mental breakdown.

"Okay, can we be reasonable?" said Beca. "Fat Amy apologized. This was an accident."

"Was it?" Gail asked, unconvinced.

Chloe gasped. "You're taking us off of our Victory Tour? Who's gonna sing the National Anthem at the Puppy Bowl?"

"You're being replaced by the European champions. A German group of total professionals."

"In other words, they're going to keep their pants on," John scoffed. As if on cue, Beca and Amy both rolled their eyes.

The ginger looked taken aback as she continued to read. Something must have caught her attention, because she uttered, "So we can't defend our title, we can't tour, we—"

"And you can't hold any auditions," interrupted the Dean. "We don't need your ranks growing."

The Bellas huffed. This was being blown out of proportion. "So that's it, then? Basically the Bellas are over," Chloe emitted. Beca reached out to pat her friend's shoulder, hoping to give her a little reassurance. She was well-trained in these situations, whereas Chloe wasn't.

"We are sorry that this disciplinary action has shocked you. Especially because you're all seniors," said John.

Emily Junk was a seventeen-year-old songwriter with an apt for a cappella. Her mom, Katherine, was a Bella back in 1981, and ever since she was a little girl, she would practice singing with her mom, Emily's grandmother. It was she who taught her scales, vibrato, belts, and other factors she wouldn't have learned on her own. She then passed those skills on to Emily, who picked up on them quickly, but still had a little trouble with controlling her pitch sometimes. She was good, but Emily worried if she had what it takes to be a Bella. Especially since she had spent the night before researching the new Bellas, and had found herself intimidated by their leader, Beca Mitchell.

"Mom, it's orientation. You've gotta let me go. I don't wanna miss out on the Treblemakers' or the Bellas' performance!" Emily countered. Katherine Junk hadn't let go of her daughter's arm the entire walk from the car to the Student Union.

"I can't. I just can't do it," said Katherine. "My only daughter. Leaving the nest." She began singing, and Emily simply rolled her eyes. This was a normal thing.

"Alright Mom. I'm gonna go now."

"Oh, fine. Just one more thing. Don't be afraid to be confident, or to express yourself. And remember the rules of the Bellas. No sexual relations with—"

"Mom!" Emily exhaled. "I know the rules. I'm not gonna do anything crazy. I'm just gonna write my songs and join the Bellas. Unless… they don't take me."

"No, honey. They're gonna take you. Thanks to me, you were born into it. Now, go have fun. Call me if you need anything. Auditions are next Friday. I love you," Katherine said, hugging her daughter tightly, then watched as she walked straight and tall into the Student Union.

"Hold on," Chloe spat. The Bellas and the administration turned their attentions toward the ginger. "There is nothing in here that strips us of our national title. And if we're still reining champs, we are automatically invited to compete at the World Championships this spring!"

Stacie, who had been silent the whole time, quietly clapped and raised her eyebrows, smiling and saying, "Yes!"

John looked at Gail with concern in his eyes. He directed his concentration back onto the group of women. "This is true," he muttered. "Look, we can't stop you from competing at World's. It's not gonna help your case here."

Beca thought for a moment. "What if we win it?"

She and the Bellas must have missed something, because the two commentators broke out in hysterical laughter.

"What if you win it?" John said in between breaths. He was laughing so hard, a flush began to appear on his cheeks. The Bellas were simply confused. "How can you fit such big dreams in such a small body?"

Beca cleared her throat, avoiding the conversational tangent and delved back into her original point. "If we win it, will you reinstate us?"

"Sure," said Gail, still laughing. "But no American team has ever won."

"That's because they hate us," John chimed in. "The whole world. The whole world hates us."

Chloe couldn't take it anymore; she spun on her heels and withdrew from the room. The rest of the Bellas followed closely, not awaiting any form of proper dismissal.

Emily walked the enormous auditorium and found a lucky seat. The entire room appeared full. She listened as the Barden staff member introduced the Treblemakers, and watched as she walked off to the side, offering the stage to the Trebles.

The first Treble came out. He was wearing a red vest, and his hair was a bit mussed. Emily had to admit he was cute. Not her type, though. She preferred the nerdy, sweetheart type. Looks weren't important. Plus, he was a Treble, and she wasn't trying to break the Bellas' number one rule before she even was a Bella.

"We are the Treblemakers, I'm Jesse, and this is a cappella," said the dark-haired boy. "Let's do this! Ayo Trebles!"

Immediately, all the Trebles came into view at Jesse's command. They began singing a cover of Mika's Lollipop. The mere sound of music from the mouth made Emily amp up. She caught a glimpse of the second soloist, who had lighter brown hair and defined sideburns. She then tried to pay attention to his voice. Wow, she thought.

When they had finished their set, Emily was at the edge of her seat waiting for the Bella performance, but they never came. She didn't get an explanation either. The girl next to her didn't even know what she was talking about.

Where are the Bellas?

"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!" Chloe screamed, running her fingers violently through her hair as she entered the outside of the quad. There were tears threatening to drop, and Beca guessed she was about to let out everything she had been holding in.

"Chloe this isn't just your fault, this is on all of us," Beca intervened.

"Yeah, don't blame yourself. You're ginger. That's punishment enough," said Fat Amy.

"So if we don't win the World's, what are we? Just a bunch of girls that… hang out?" Stacie said, befuddled. Cynthia Rose whispered something, but no one seemed to have taken note of it.

"If we don't win, the Bellas are over," Chloe started. Beca had lost whatever interest she had in any sentence of Chloe's monologue because her phone had buzzed. She quickly checked the caller ID: Residual Heat Recording Studio. Her heart rate sped up. She subtly snuck around the girls, walking a few feet away from them so she was just out of earshot.

"That is great news," said Beca, talking on the phone. Her eyes lit up. "Yes. No, I can start Monday. I would be stoked to start on Monday." She threw her free hand in the air. "Sorry, I don't say stoked. I don't say stuff like that. I'm, like, I'm pretty cool. You're gonna like me." She scrunched her nose. "That was bad too."

"We need to attack this problem head on," Chloe continued, not taking any note of Beca's absence. "I want one hundred percent commitment and laser focus. Right?" She nodded her head, and the girls did too. Chloe stuck her hand out in the center of their circle, and one by one, the Bellas did the same.

"Great! I will see you Monday. Beca out!" She ended the call. What did I just say? she thought. What just happened?

"Beca!" Chloe shouted, jerking her head in a way that signaled Beca to join in. The petite brunette quickly shoved her phone in her back pocket and trotted over to her fellow Bellas.

The doors of the Student Union opened and out came an abundance of bubbling freshmen. Emily Junk was among the crowd, and even though the Bellas hadn't shown up for their performance, once the Georgia breeze grazed her face, she instantly felt better. She looked past the crowd and observed the Trebles handing out flyers. She strode toward the leader of the Trebles, Jesse, as she now knew him, and gladly accepted a flyer.

"Great job Trebles. You guys killed it," said Emily.

"Thank you!" Jesse acknowledged. His demeanor changed; he now looked curious. "Do you like a cappella?"

"Oh yeah," she nodded. "It's actually at the very top of all my dream boards—"

Out of the blue, the second soloist from earlier appeared, interrupting Emily, but with good intentions. "Did I hear a mention of dreams? Hi, Benjamin Applebaum at your service. Hello." He stuck out his hand, and Emily took it, just to be polite. Don't affiliate yourself with a Treble, she thought. It's against the oath. "I just have to say," he went on, "you are so… spirited. I just wanna put you in a box and saw you in half."

What. Emily's smile was gradually fading.

"For magic," Jesse clarified. "As a part of a trick. He does magic."

"Right," Emily acquiesced.

"It's only weird if you don't embrace it." Jesse took his friend and walked a different direction, while Emily solely stared down at the Tiki Party flyer she was given.

Jesse had his arm around his friend's back staring at him intently. "Dude. Explain yourself."

Benji shook his head. "I'll be honest, I completely blacked out. How'd I do?"

"Honestly, I've seen you do worse," Jesse smiled.

A/N: So, by now, I'm hoping you get a feel for this story. Like I said. It's basically PP2 but I'm gonna add some scenes later on, and they'll probably be Jeca relationship or Beca/Emily friendship scenes. Or both. Probably both.

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