The Right Place

Chapter One

'You really need to try harder, Beca'

'Oh my god! Try harder? Do you even have any idea how much time and effort I put into that job?'

'Obviously not enough. I'm disapp-'

'Nothing I do is ever good enough for you, is it dad?'

Beca was squaring up to her father in the kitchen- all five foot two of her. She had just been fired from her job, and to say that Dr Mitchell was angry about it would be the understatement of the century.

'If you had listened to what I've been telling you all along, then you'd have realised before it was too late that being a "DJ" isn't a real career', he shouted, adding mocking air quotes around 'DJ'.

'God! You're such an asshole. Just because I'm trying to do something that makes me happy, doesn't mean-'

'Beca, you either get a new job within the next week or you're moving out', Dr Mitchell told his daughter matter-of-factly.

After she took a moment to recover from the shock of what she had just heard, Beca argued that a week wasn't enough time.

'I don't care. You're an adult, and I'm not going to hold your hand through life anymore, Beca. Find a job'

Dr Mitchell stormed out of the room, leaving a flustered girl to catch her breath in a steamed-up kitchen.

'Fuck', she muttered before exploding into a fit of rage and stamping up to her bedroom.

Slamming the door, she then sat up straight at her desk and opened her laptop with force. A headphone lead was shoved roughly into the device, and a music editing program was brought up onto the bright screen.

'Fuck'
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The following day, the brunette lay in bed until early afternoon. The original plan she had set for herself was to scour the internet for jobs, but she was still feeling the anger in her veins from the night before, so she decided to mix more music instead.

A message came through on her phone.

FAT AMY: Short Stack, are you still coming over later?

BECA: I'll be there, dude.

AMY: Ginger says bring alcohol.
AMY: Also, someone said bring food...

BECA: I'll bring food and vodka. Happy?

AMY: You have fully satisfied the beast of Tasmania

BECA: ...Um, great?

Shaking off the weirdness of Amy's message, the brunette took herself over to her wardrobe, realising she hadn't picked out an outfit for the evening yet. In front of her hung plaid shirts of almost every shade of grey, blue, black and deep purple. Amongst them were a single denim shirt, numerous smart/casual shirts, a black vest, and a couple of dresses worn only to nightclubs or bars. She pulled a drawer open to see a various array of ripped jeans, non-ripped jeans, blue jeans, black jeans...and one or two skirts.

Once every item of clothing had been carefully scanned, she made her final decision.

'You'll do', she shrugged to herself as she put on a pair of dark skinny jeans and a red and white raglan tee.

Although she would never call herself the kind of person to look forward to an evening of socialising, Beca couldn't fight the fact that she was always excited whenever the Bellas arranged a catch-up session. Tonight, she was especially looking forward to seeing the girls; she wanted to forget the awful couple of days she had just had. What better way to do that than to be surrounded by people who were weirder than weird? It was her way of escaping reality, other than making music, which funnily enough, she wasn't feeling up to at that moment.
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'Short Stack!', Fat Amy shouted as she welcomed Beca into her home.