Okay, so I'm trying my hand at Pitch Perfect FanFiction, reviews and critics welcome. In this Beca has a twin sister Mackenzie/Mac.

Beca and I stepped out of the taxi and grabbed our most important baggage and let the helpers get the rest. I followed Beca to the other side of the car where a overly cheery looking Barden staff member was waiting.

"Welcome to Barden University! What dorm?" She asked.

I looked to Beca waiting for her to respond. I have a sort of fear of talking to new people, I just freeze up. I know how lonely, but Beca is like that except she shuts people out, it's how we keep from getting hurt. When Beca didn't answer the blonde looked to me expectantly, I looked down as we locked eyes and grabbed Beca's arm to get her attention. She was looking at some guy in a car singing and playing an air guitar.

"Uh, Baker Hall for both of us, I think." She answered looking back to the guy in the car.

"So what ya gonna do is go down this way, you're gonna take a right and you go through those double doors, then go all the way around the science building then you're at Baker." She explained with hand gestures. I could tell Beca zoned out and returned to staring at 'car guy', so I listened intently, if I couldn't speak, I could listen.
"Your campus map and official BU rape whistle. Don't blow it unless its actually happening." She instructed. Beca took a whistle and put it between her lips, while I pocketed mine. I grabbed Beca's arm and directed us towards our building.

If there is one thing I can thank my 'father' for its getting us a dorm together, other wise we'd both be screwed. We saw some frat guys rating girls, as we passed them someone's cart of stuff fell over and a lot of stuffed animals fell out. One of the frat guys asked if it was a carnival. As Beca opened our door I let out a sigh of relief. Finally alone, no new people. The room wasn't that big or very small. Beca took the far side of the room with the corner desk, immediately setting up her mixing equipment. I set out my sketch book and pencils on my desk, along with my song book. Beca and I have an agreement, as long as I don't touch her mixing equipment, she doesn't touch my sketch or song book. A few minutes later there was a knock at the door.
"Campus police! Hide your wine coolers." then our 'Father' opened the door laughing. "Just... your old man making a funny."

"Chris Rock everybody." Beca sighed.

He cleared hIs throat. "So, when did you get here? How did you get here?"
"We took a cab. Didn't want to inconvenience you and Sheila." I looked up, holding his gaze for a few seconds before averting my eyes.
"How is the stepmonster?" Beca asked moving knobs on her sound board.
"She is fine thank you for asking. She's actually in Vegas at a conference..."
"No. Dad, I don't actually care. I just wanted to say 'stepmonster'." Beca interrupted. Then she and my dad got into an argument about us moving to LA.

"I'm going to the activities fair." I stated getting up to leave.

"Me too. I'm going to the activities with my super awesome sister." Beca shut the door behind us. "You wanna split up or stay together?"

"Could we stay together?" I asked, she nodded. "Thanks Bec, you know how this will be for me."

"No prob little sis no prob." She threw her arm around my shoulder.

"You know I'm only one minute younger than you right?"

"I know." She shrugged.