𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡 (𝐣𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧)

eight

the circle of women did the assigned choreo with found ease. jaime sang her parts while chloe struggled with hers.

after a semi-successful end to the mashup, amy panted, "i should have taken that cardio tip more seriously." "how much have you done?" aubrey sipped her water.

"you just saw it."

"chloe, you gotta be able to hit that last note." aubrey said, worried. chloe rolled her eyes.

"i can't, it's impossible. and i can't do it because of my nodes." "well if you cant do it, then someone else has to solo." "i think jaime should take my solo."

jaime stepped back slightly. "me? no, surely not-" "jaime, do you want amy to take the solo?" aubrey asked.

"if we did better songs, i would be over the moon with the solo. the arrangement is old and-" "well, that's not how we run things here."

chloe stepped forward, "aubrey, maybe jaime has a point. maybe we could try something new." "aca-scuse me? you can sing turn the beat around and thats the last i want to hear of it."

"the song is tired. we are'nt going to win with it. if we pull different genres, layer them, make a brand new performance, we could..."

aubrey sharply turned and huffed, "okay, let me explain something to you because you still don't seem to understand, jaime. our goal is finals and these songs will get us there. so excuse me if i don't take some advice from some girl who has piercings and a toner for someone she should not have a toner for. have i made myself clear?"

"oh, yeah, crystal. i will not solo." "great, fat amy?"

"yes sir?" "you'll solo."

amy exclaimed happily, "yeah! yes."

jaime looked at herself. she looked like a flight attendant. tying the scarf around her neck, she made the drive to where she would be performing.

catching everybody, the walked in and watched the sockapellas sing fuck you by lily allen. it was entertaining but super boring.

"acapella out of sock puppets? genius." amy made a sock puppet gesture. jaime smiled, "yeah, look at the guy with the white sock that has short, stubby black hair."

"it's making a statement." cynthia smiled and jaime leant into her, platonically.

"there's no craft here, watching them will make you worse." "atleast they're different." jaime shot to aubrey.

after the performance ended, aubrey asked for hands in. everyone fumbled and they were announced for the stage.

jaime saw benji in the crowd and waved. he smiled, waving back.

jaime had to admit that i was still incredibly sad for benji to not have been picked. he had a brilliant voice and the treblemakers must have been crazy to not let him in.

aubrey blew the pitch pipe and counted everyone in.

the performance led on, and jaime did her choreo, singing along to the same set of boring songs that were always in the register. there was no variety and it showed in their performance.

amy came up to batt and jaime smiled a little bit. maybe the pizazz she was showing was enough to give them a place to the next competition they would be competing at. the audience cheered and amy had the flare jaime liked seeing.

as the final moments ended, amy had unbuttoned both the blazer and the striped button up. a few buttons flew off but she didn't care.

walking back to where they were, jaime saw jesse gesture at her. they shared a quick fumble of gestures before aubrey shut it down.

the treblemakers were then announced and jaime was excited to see what the group would be performing.

during the performance, anytime jesse would point, it would be for jaime.

it ended with a high and soon the gold place was announced.

the treblemakers had won regionals. the barden bellas had come second and would be advancing as well.

walking to the lobby of the center, the tonehangers and the trebles were bickering.

"hey, you." one of them, a really short dude, asked jesse. jaime was invested.

"what?" an appropriate reaction.

one tonehanger started pushing some of the trebles. amy wanted to help but chloe held her back, "i've wrestled crocodiles and dingoes simultaneously."

after watching some more, jaime excused herself, "i'm checking on them, excuse me. excuse me." she walked down to where jesse stood. "hey."

turning around, the tonehanger was met with jaime's fist, "oh my god! oh my god!" jesse said, stunned. amy took the trophy and jaime tried to snatch it back from her.

"amy, give it back." "give me that sharp weapon, i wanna put it up his butt!" "amy, no."

the part jaime was holding let loose, casing the part amy held to be flung into a window, shattering.

everyone soon fled from the scene and jaime was by herself. watching where the window was, a police officer was on his way.

"fucking hell." jaime brushed her hair back.

finn speaks!!
YO i forgot i wrote this