Her Phantom, His Juliet (A Pieter Kramer Fanfic)

Shady Messages

Chapter 7: Shady Messages

Disclaimer: read chapter 1

(Jasmine's POV)

After a few days of cooling off and completing a twenty presentation of the Asian culture; I joined the Bellas for practice. I was seated in between Emily and Fat Amy, we all turned our attention to the co-captains - Beca and Chloe.

"Alright, ladies, listen up!" Chloe began, "We need to beat those Germandummkophs!" She flipped a white board revealing the enemy's name - DAS SOUND MACHINE. We all cheered in agreement.

"Okay, we're going to beat DSM at their own game. Do what they do... just better," Beca said.

"And we're about to do a full skills assessment to blow out our choreography to match," Chloe continued, "Jazz, you're in charge."

I shrugged, "Always am."

"But!" The new girl - Legacy, piped up with her perkiness, "The important thing is that we have fun, right?"

I couldn't help but scoffed with amusement, Legacy was definitely going to entertain me with her naivety.

"Uh, Legacy," Fat Amy began, "Don't take this the wrong way, but you're the dumbest person alive!"

Legacy frowned at that comment, she must be thinking what a bitch Fat Amy was being.

I decided to defuse it by clasping my together loudly, gaining the attention, "Alright! Team! Let's warm up!" The girls hopped off their seats, and we began our stretches.

Beca was on her computer with her music, the rest of us were getting the props ready. I instructed the girls to climb up the steps, swirl ribbons, and do poses in a sexy way. We all build a pyramid with Flo on top, but she nearly fell and broke her leg. I choreographed a few moves, while the girls followed my lead.

"One! Two! Three! Four! Five! Six! Seven! Eight!" I repeated again, clapping my hands at each syllable, but noticed Legacy tripping on a turn. "Legacy!" The poor girl froze in fear, when her nickname was called, "Don't tense up and bring your head down. Your eyes should be on the judges. Relax."

Legacy nodded frantically, "Okay! Y-Yes, ma'am."

"If it helps with the dizziness, keep your eyes on a certain spot, and you'll be good."

"Okay. Okay."

"Let's try again!" I cried out to the girls. "Five! Six! Seven! Eight!"

We have been exercising and pole dancing for for three hours with Fat Amy trying to swallow a marshmallow that's lit on fire! We were physically exhausted. We have been moving, but haven't been singing. I know what you're thinking, we're an accapella group and were supposed to be singing - we might as well be a dance team. Well, that's that because Beca spent most of her time on her computer with her head phones on.

Legacy approached Beca, nervously, "Uh... Miss Beca, uh... i-is... isn't weird that we haven't been singing today?"

"Uh, well," Beca began speaking with a frantic tone like Legacy's, "It's kinda hard to start singing without arrangements, and that's on me, so thank you for reminding."

"Yeah, Beca," I joined on the conversation, "I need that as quickly as possible for choreography."

"Right on top of that, Jazz," Beca said, packing her things together, and putting her bag over her shoulder.

"Awes!"

"Yeah, awes!"

I went back to the seats to get my stuff together, still listening in on Legacy talking to Beca.