Only Human

Kryptonite

The critics called her a show biz legend, a five foot two force to be reckoned with, invincible- -bulletproof. She was a Grammy nominated music producer and an Oscar nominated actress. There was no other way to put it, Beca Mitchell was a media darling. It didn't matter how inappropriate she was or how much she talked about getting trashed. To the public, she could do no wrong. Beca wasn't even trying to be adored. She just was. She was painted as if she were Superman by the tabloids. Keyword: painted.

That was the thing about the media- Though there was truth within their stories, it was hard to see through the thick facade of lies and rumors.

"Superman" rolled off her bed with a groan. She winced at the light that poured in through her trailer blinds. Last night was a blur, and her head was pounding. She stumbled to the fridge, and grabbed a water bottle from the inside, cracking it open. She popped a few Tylenols, already knowing today was going to be a bitch. Despite all the lies the media fabricated making it seem like she was from Krypton, Beca Mitchell couldn't hide from the truth. She wasn't invincible, her life was a full court mess, she was anything but glamourous, and unfortunately for her, she didn't have a super-human immunity to hangovers.

Hungover at work, what a great employee I am came her inner musings. Might as well be honest about it. She took her phone off the charger and tweeted: aDirectorJensen May or may not be hungover at work. Blame it on Stacie and Amy. #BecaEffinMitchell is a shoe in for employee of the month #the runs are the worst.

She didn't even bother checking the comments. Knowing that she mentioned Stacie and Amy, the Sendrick/Bechloe fandom would probably jump all over that and mention her. They always did. Fan comments shouldn't bother her, but given recent self-developments, and the fact that the fandom had been creepily right lately about whatever she was feeling, she didn't dare look. She swore some of her fans were psychic. She just wanted to get today over with and take her flight back to Baton Rouge.

They were wrapping today. It was a small scene that she wished they would just cut. It's not like it was that important. Twelve hours, Beca. That's all and you're done. She couldn't fathom another day working with these people. Beca was so happy to get out of there when they yelled, "That's a wrap!" and started cheering, she didn't even wait to celebrate. She made a beeline to the airport and slept all eight hours back to Baton Rouge.

She was so impatient to get to her hotel, she hailed a cab instead of the limo because the limo guy was running late. The cab driver either didn't recognize her when he dropped her off or was too nervous to say anything, because he didn't say a word to her. Just a simple, "Where to Miss?" and a "Y'all come back now, yah hear, Miss?" She loved it when that happened. It meant she could just shove on headphones and not make small talk or answer questions. She wasn't sure she could handle it right now. She felt like she was going to die. She checked into her hotel fast, and slumped into her bed...grateful at least the movie was over. No matter what the fans wanted, she was not doing a romantic comedy again. Every fluffy scene reminded her of Chloe. She might get the Pitch Perfect trilogy done and never act again.

An ironic thing about Beca? She was an actress that hated movies and hated working on them. She just couldn't say no to anything her fans asked her to do because being a DJ had been her dream from day one when she told her dad she was not going to Barden and bought a one way ticket to L.A. Fans were a part of that dream. She was to the point where if a fan asked her to tattoo the word boobs across her ass, she would do it, no questions asked.

At first, she was solely a music producer...until her favorite fan 'convinced' her to audition for the role in Pitch Perfect; it was a set of bizarre circumstances that did three things: it inspired the film's arguably most iconic scene, it gave her one of her best friends, and it was the beginning of the bane of her existence (no matter how much she loved them, because really, she did)- - The Sendrick/Bechloe shippers.