Hey everyone! I decided to start this story because I've been thinking about it for a couple weeks now. So I hope you enjoy it. I'll still be working on here we go again when I can, but this one is probably going to come first for awhile. I'm not really sure how long it's going to be, but probably not terribly long. Thanks for reading!

The last few seconds of an upbeat song hammered through the air, vibrating the windows and tables, and sending sound waves pounding down the hallway where it could clearly be heard from the offices. "And that was the newest hit song from Mitchell Hardict; it's been riding comfortably at the top of the charts for a little over 3 weeks now. So, Ryan, anymore guesses on who this mysterious new talent could-"before the question could be finished the radio was snapped off much to the annoyance of one of the other two girls in the large, empty nightclub.

"Aw, Becaaaaa," A red head whined from behind the bar where she was organizing bottles of liquor and re-cleaning the already clean glasses, "I wanted to hear who they were gonna guess this time!" That was always her favorite part of the day, when the radio DJs would make insane guesses as to who the new anonymous music star was. In her annoyance she threw a dirty rag across the dance floor toward the DJ booth in an attempt to hit the girl responsible for the sudden quiet, but it gave up halfway and fluttered to the ground where it landed in a heap.

The brunette didn't respond to the other girl's outburst or attempted assault; instead she went back to what she had been doing before the question had been asked. Ducking back under the table she continued to sort and stack old records according to the date they had been released and then alphabetically from the dates. In her life she wasn't the most organized person in the world, you would be able to pick that up about four second after visiting her apartment, but when it came to her music, she could spend all day cleaning, organizing, and polishing things.

The third girl in the room, a tall brunette with long hair and short shorts on, went to the booth and leaned over so she could turn the radio back on. The conversation between the radio hosts had moved on from Mitchell Hardict to celebrity pets, the red head moaned in annoyance and went back to work. "Thanks a lot, Beca, now we'll never know what they said," she feigned annoyance before a song came on that she liked and she began to dance around.

Beca stood up to watch her for a minute before she rolled her heavily lined eyes and started setting up her DJ equipment. She wasn't quite sure why her ginger best friend Chloe was so obsessed with who the world was guessing to be Mitchell Hardict, seeing as all three of the girls in the room knew it was Beca. When she turned around from plugging a few chords into the wall the taller brunette, Stacie was still standing leaned up against the booth, "Can I help you, Stace?"

"What do I need to do?" she whispered leaning forward into Beca's personal space.

Closing her eyes Beca took a step back before she reopened them, "Um, I don't know. Aren't you supposed to be the manager?" She raised an eyebrow at the taller girl who shrugged her shoulders before picking at the hem of her cutoffs. "I'm only the DJ here and Chloe's only the bartender, so I think that gives you more power than the both of us combined-"

"Becaaaaa!" Chloe sang as she twirled over to the booth, it was normal for the cheery ginger to sing her words instead of saying them. "That would make sense if you hadn't been the financial backing for this whole shindig; the only thing Stacie and I did was help find the location and decorate everything."

"Chloe, that was necessary. If Beca decorated it would look like the Adams Family's house and Dracula's castle met, had a one night stand and then had a creepy baby together." Beca was amazed that even while talking about decorating, her extremely sexually active best friend was able to connect it to sex.

Beca sighed and continued setting up electronics in the booth until it started to feel more comfortable for her. While she moved boxes around and connected more chords she continued her conversation with her best friends, "We're business partners, we did this together." In all her life, Beca had never been comfortable with taking credit for the good things that happened because of her. She would rather take backstage to the limelight, but still enjoy the success. That was how she had come up with Mitchell Hardict and why no one knew who either of them were.

It all started about 2 years ago, a year after she, Chloe, and Stacie had decided to move to LA when they graduated from Barden University together. Beca had been DJing at a night club, trying to scrape together enough money to pay her third of the rent she owed for her and her two best friends' apartment. She was having a really good night, the crowd was into all of her original mixes and as her manager Luke Morgan would say her "vibe." Chloe and Stacie joked that her vibe was mostly "come too near me and I might shank you in a parking lot," but apparently it worked for her.

That night Luke had been in the crowd because he had heard about this new hot DJ that was supposed to be working. Beca was just the opening act, but he fell in love with her music right away and offered to represent her as soon as her set was over. She hadn't taken him seriously at first and tried to walk away, but finally he convinced her to work with him. Under one condition. Beca preferred to be in the background, so together they created her alias of Mitchell Hardict. She would make all the music and the faceless man would take all the credit…except for the money, she would get all the money too. Here they were 2 years later, topping the charts and racking in a ton of cash without having to deal with the hubbub of fame.

A few months prior Beca had decided along with Stacie and Chloe that they should think about opening a night club. That way the other two would have something to do besides trying to find jobs in LA. Chloe wanted to be a choreographer and Stacie wanted to be a nail artist, they were both really good at what they did, but it just hadn't worked out for either of them so far. In the meantime while they tried to get jobs Chloe would tend bar and Stacie would manage their nightclub BCM Nightly. It had taken them awhile to name the club, but finally they decided to take all of their last initials and then put nightly on the end because in Beca's words, "People are too stupid to realize nightclubs are only open at night."

Finally they were within 6 hours of opening night and all of their hard work was paying off. The inside of the club looked amazing, the drink menu was amazing, the staff uniform (designed by Ms. Chloe Beale) was amazing, the food they had was amazing, and Beca could guarantee that the music would be amazing. Over all Beca had never used the word amazing so much in her life as she did when they first saw the completed nightclub and they realized their dream was coming true.

There wasn't much left to do, Beca had just finished organizing her booth, Chloe was finally satisfied with the cleanliness of the glasses at the bar, and Stacie…Stacie had nothing to do in the first place so she was just continuing to conduct a "test run" on the dance floor. Chloe climbed over the half door into the booth, as soon as her first foot stepped down Beca spun around, "You're not supposed to be in the booth."

"Get over it, Mr. Grumpy Gills," she stuck her bottom lip out and peeked over Beca's shoulder at her computer screen where she was working on a song. "Whatcha working on?"

Beca gave in to Chloe being in the booth and with a sigh told her about the newest song, "Luke got Maroon 5 to record the vocals for the song I wrote. They were pretty eager to collaborate with me…or with Mitchell." At the sound of Maroon 5 Chloe eagerly snuck her hand by Beca to press play on the song, but Beca slapped it away before anything happened. "Apparently they wouldn't leave Luke alone about why I wasn't showing up. But I think they're gonna like the end product-Why are you looking at me like that?" Chloe was smiling at her like she does whenever she has bad news. "Shit, Chloe, is it something with the club?"

"Nooo, but you're not going to like it," she sat down in Beca's lap, much to the shorter girl's chagrin, and bit her lip nervously. "Aubreyscominginafew," she looked at Beca like she should have understood that.

Shifting uncomfortably with the weight of Chloe added to her, Beca looked up at the ginger with confusion written all over her face. "First off: You still, after 7 years, have no sense of personal space," Beca had learned that the hard way her first year at Barden when Chloe had burst into her shower after discovering she could sing.

"That shouldn't bother you anymore, boo boo," she pressed their foreheads together while Beca cringed at the nickname. "What's second off?" She flipped her red curls over her shoulder and gave her full attention to Beca.

"Second off: I have no clue what the fuck you just said."

Chloe got up off her lap and paced back in forth behind Beca who turned around to watch her, Stacie was still dancing around on the dance floor. "Okay, Becs, you know I love you right?" Beca nodded, she was thoroughly confused about what the red head was about to say. "Keep that in mind because…Aubrey is coming."

"What?" Beca's voice went up an octave and she stood up in protest. "Why her?" Aubrey. Posen. Aka, Beca's arch enemy. Well that might be taking it too far, but they really didn't get along at all, even after they had joined together to win their a cappella competition their freshman year they still couldn't stand each other. She was everything Beca wasn't; she was blonde, tall, freakishly intelligent, motivated beyond belief, she came from a whole family with a mom and a dad, oh and one final thing she was a bitch. That was Beca's opinion, however Chloe would politely say otherwise.

"Well she's the best hair and makeup artist I know and she's going to get us ready for tonight…plus she is our friend." Beca growled slightly, "Okay, she's Stacie's and my friend, but either way I invited her and she's going to be here in about four minutes." Beca let out a strangled scream and dramatically fell to the floor like she was choking to death.

Stacie walked over while Beca was still thrashing around on the floor, "How's she taking it?" She glanced over the edge of the booth at Beca.

"Better than I thought she would." The two girls continued talking while Beca slowly faded away until she was just lying face down on the floor without moving a muscle. Four minutes later exactly the doors burst open and a nicely dressed blonde woman strode around the tables to the booth. "Breeee! You're here!" Chloe delivered a soft kick to Beca's side to get her to move, but instead the brunette just continued to lay there.

"Of course I'm here, you did ask me to help you, Chloe," at the sound of Aubrey's voice Beca twitched on the ground. "Are you all ready? Where's the DJ?" she looked around after mockingly calling Beca the DJ. She had never been supportive of Beca's dreams of becoming a music producer; little did she know that it had actually worked out really well for her.

In response to Aubrey's mocking tone Beca popped up in front of her, "Hello, Aubrey," she said dryly. The blonde jumped back, but quickly recovered when she realized who it was.

"Oh, Chloe, I didn't realize you guys had a raccoon problem," eying Beca's makeup she turned a raised eyebrow to the ginger.

Beca shook her head and scrunched up her forehead, "Now, Aubrey, that's rude, I'm not a raccoon. Don't make me feel self-conscious, I'm actually part panda; this is my natural skin tone. You see my grandfather was Welsh and my grandmother was a little tiny panda."

Rolling her eyes Aubrey glared at Beca for a minute, "That's cute, Beca," before the brunette could come back with a response Aubrey turned on her heel and stalked out the door. "I'll meet you at the apartment."

"Well that went pretty well," Stacie commented.

"Come on, Panda, I don't want her to get mad at us because we're late." Chloe grabbed Beca's arm and led her out of the booth. "Say goodbye to the club for now, when we get back her tonight it's gonna be full of people!" She smiled happily while they locked the doors behind them and looked up at the big sign that read BCM Nightly.

Chloe was right. 4 (painful, in Beca's opinion) hours later, they were all dressed up with their makeup and nails done and were riding in the limo to the club. When they got outside people were lined up around the block to get in, "Oh my gosh they're here two hours early!" Stacie squealed pulling on Chloe's arm in excitement. As soon as they stepped out of the limo, Chloe with her fiancé Joshua on her arm and Stacie and Chloe by themselves, the crowd erupted into cheers.

Apparently they had done a really good job of marketing before the opening. "This is insane!" Chloe squeaked back. Joshua kissed her on the head while they walked along to the door with people cheering all around them. "Beca, smile!" the shorter girl was walking along with the sole purpose of getting into the club so she could set up. Meanwhile Stacie was collecting numbers from all the hot guys waiting in line, even the ones with girlfriends next to them.

The next two hours consisted of Beca getting songs ready, Stacie giving orders to different people, Chloe giving a pep talk to all the other bar tenders and waiters and waitresses familiarizing themselves with the game plan and the menu. All too soon the doors opened and almost immediately the dance floor, the tables, and the bar were flooded with people.

Chloe was making drinks faster than she ever had in her life, waiters were rushing all over the place bringing drinks and food to tables, Stacie was wandering around asking people how they were doing, and Beca was having the time of her life mixing songs live for the crowd. They were eating it up and cheered for her after almost every mix.

At one point early into the night Beca looked up because she could feel someone staring at her. Sitting at the bar sipping a drink was a man with dark hair and a goofy smile on his face; he winked when he noticed Beca looking back at him. She shook her head and tried to regain her concentration, but could still feel the man's eyes locked on her. She had this weird feeling that she knew him from somewhere, but she couldn't figure out where. He was surrounded by a group of men who were all drinking and laughing together and hitting on every server that walked by them.

Luckily for Beca her thoughts of the mystery man were interrupted by the arrival of another one of her college friends. "Look at the crazy wallaby up there!" A large blonde woman was standing in front of the booth with a big smile on her face and clutching a martini.

"Amy!" Beca pulled her headphones off and left the booth to give her friend a hug. "Do you like it? Are you having fun?"

"It's aca-awesome, Becs!" Beca rolled her eyes at Amy's use of the word 'Aca.' "There are so many hot men here, this is a man trap not a nightclub isn't it?" Beca laughed and said she'd been found out. "So do you know who those guys are over there?" Amy pointed to the group where the guy with the goofy smile was sitting.

"No clue. I think I know the one that keeps staring over here though, I just can't figure out where from," her voice trailed off when she looked over and saw that he was gone. "It was kind of creepy."

"Well, I want to get to know the one with the brown hair and the leather jacket," she was talking about the guy who was shaking his face around so his cheeks flapped funny.

Beca patted her on the back and laughed at her friend, "You go do that then; I've got to go I'm almost out of songs on the queue." She told Amy goodbye and then went back up to the booth where she could see the whole crowd better. Stacie was making her rounds in the club and she smiled at Beca and pointed towards the man, who had suddenly reappeared, and gave her a thumbs up. Chloe was serving drinks and somehow between drinks was managing to make out with Joshua. It was going to be a long night if she couldn't shake the feeling of being watched.