"My name is Beca Mitchell. My name is Beca Mitchell," the pretty 20-year-old brunette kept repeating to herself. She had to make sure that she remembered to introduce herself at Beca Mitchell or there could be dire consequences.
"Beca" thought back to how she got here. Here being Barden University located near Atlanta, Georgia.
1 Month Before
"Rebecca Ferguson, you don't have a say in the matter," the pretty brunette said to her look-alike daughter."
"But, Mom," said Rebecca, "I'm going into my Junior Year at NYU. Why can't I just stay here and continue going to NYU?"
"Sweetie," her mother, Roberta "Robbie" Ferguson, said, "you won't be safe if you stay here. We have to take these threats seriously." She pulls her daughter into a hug and says, "I'm not worried about me, but if the death threats are made against my daughter, I'm going to do everything I can to make sure she is safe."
"Fine. I guess I understand, Mom," said Rebecca, "It doesn't mean I have to like it."
"Okay, let's go over this one more time," Robbie said.
Rebecca sighs and says, "My name is Beca Mitchell. I am a transfer student from NYU. I am going to Barden because my mother had to go to Europe on business and I could not stay alone in New York for the 2 years she would be gone. My sperm donor-"
"Rebecca," her mother reprimands.
"Sorry," Rebecca said, although not looking very sorry. "My father is a professor here so it was my only option if I wanted to finish college here in the states."
"Perfect!," Robbie says. "Now you'll be leaving for Barden in two weeks. You will need to keep a low profile until you leave so finish up packing what we need to ship to your father's and we'll get that sent off early next week. That way you only have to worry about clothes and small things to take on the plane.
Back to Present Day
So, here Rebecca, shoot, Beca, is, hiding out at Barden University because of some death threats against her and her mother from some unknown source. Her mom is Robbie Ferguson, Owner, President, CEO, and Chairman of the Board of Ferguson Enterprises, a multi-billion dollar corporation that is involved in everything from electronics, hotels, and, her favorite, music production. They have business ventures all over the world. She is the only child of Robbie Ferguson and therefore the heir to the Ferguson empire.
The death threats weren't a new thing, but she just added that to the things she sometimes hated about being a Ferguson. One of the others was that she didn't always know if someone was a real friend, or just trying to get close to her because she was a Ferguson. I guess in some ways this "hiding out" may be good for her. She'll be Beca Mitchell and not Rebecca Ferguson. Maybe she can have some real friends. Well, as real as you can get when you have to lie to them about who you really are.
"Well, here goes nothing," Beca says as she gets out of the taxi at her new home. The only good thing that came from all this is that she was allowed to live in an off-campus apartment and had use of her own car. She opened the door and walked into the furnished space. She looked around and noticed that her father had already been there. There were her boxes she had shipped to him earlier sitting in the middle of the living room area.
She dropped her bags by the door and decided to tour the apartment. It was 2 floors - the living room, dining room, and kitchen took up most of the first floor. There was also a full bath and a room that could be used as a den. She could also see a balcony that seemed to go around most of the area with doors leading onto it from the kitchen and the den.
The second floor had 3 large bedrooms with a separate full bath in each. She decided to use the one at the top of the stairs to the right as her bedroom. She made her way back downstairs and grabbed her bags. She unpacked everything and decided it was time to go see her father to let him know she was here. She checked the time and realized he would be in his office on campus.
She found the keys for the car her father was supposed to have for her and made her way down to the parking lot. She looked at the key chain and noticed it was a Ford Mustang keyring. She looked around and saw a 1966 blue Ford Mustang. "No way!" she thought. She made her way over to the car and the key fit the lock. "This may not be so bad after all."
She got in the car and fastened her seatbelt. She ran her hands over the dash like she was caressing one of her ladies. Ahhhh, it felt so good. She put the key in and started the car. It purred into life and she was in seventh heaven.
She put the car in gear and thought "Look out world, here comes Beca Mitchell!" as she drove off towards Barden University.