I could be the one

Coffee shope acquaitances

I could be the one.

Beca Mitchell is a famous music producer in LA. She's worked with some fairly famous people since moving there 6 years ago, names such as Usher, Chris Brown, Ke$ha, One Direction (unfortunately) and P!nk. Of course she loves her job, being able to make music and inspire people was what she lived for. But she did not, however, love how whenever she walked around the streets of LA, she was being followed by paparazzi and stalked by random insane fans. I mean, don't get her wrong, she loves her fans and she likes to sign autographs every now and again (if they asked politely.) She wouldn't be where she was now without them, but sometimes things just get too.. Big for her, you know? And big things don't mix well with small women such as Beca Mitchell.

It was an early saturday morning, 8:20am to be precise, and because Beca is very, very lucky, she didn't work on weekends. So she put on her favourite sunglasses, drove to her favourite coffee shop and placed her usual order.

"Hi, one large cappuccino and a club sandwich to go please" she said to the man behind the counter. It was a familiar face and Beca remembered his name; Joe. She came here often so all of the employees pegged her as a regular customer and most of them knew her name anyway. (what, with her being famous and all that jazz.) Sometimes, nobody in the shop even noticed who Beca was, which was kind of liberating. After all, celebrities need their privacy if all they want to do is get an innocent cup of coffee. Of course, she's appeared on front cover's of the hottest magazines, but with all the airbrushing and editing involved, people rarely recognised her. (Not to mention she was much smaller in real life)

She took a seat and waited for her order to be called out. The coffee shop was small, but mostly empty apart from a few people scattered around. Including an old man reading a newspaper at one end of the shop, and a middle aged woman sat on the sofa reading 'To kill a mockingbird'. Most people would be at work, Beca guessed, or they would be sleeping in and spending time with their families, or whatever.

Beca, however, couldn't do any of these things. She couldn't sleep in or spend time with her family. 11 years ago, when she was 14, she was diagnosed with insomnia. She hasn't had a full all-night sleep in 11 years. This didn't exactly bother Beca at first, she could stay up all night, catch up on her homework and make more mixes. For the first couple of months she was fine with it. But then it started to kick in all at once.
It was her 15th birthday and she was having a sleepover with 3 of her best friends. She suggested they have an all-nighter because, well, she couldn't exactly fall asleep. After a while, all her friends were sleeping, dreaming. She then realised that she couldn't really experience a dream again. If she couldn't sleep then how was she supposed to dream? She watched her friends in envy as they all dreamt their way to paradise, leaving her behind.

The next morning she tolerated their company until all her friends went home. She didn't talk to anybody for the rest of the day. She locked her bedroom door and started working on mixes with her DJ equipment that her parents had bought her the year before. She only ever came out of her room to go to the bathroom or to get some food. Eventually, she shut her parents out completely and she lost all of her friends. Once she started high school she started to get bullied. Verbally and physically. People called her the 'alt girl' and 'emo' which didn't really phase Beca at all.

When she was 19, her parents had been out for their anniversary and they were on their way back home when they were hit by a drunk driver. They were instantly killed and Beca truly thought that this was the end for her. After her parents died, they left her all their money. Of course, this destroyed her, but her mother was always optimistic that she could become a DJ if she put her mind to it, and she always told her to follow her dreams. Her mother's words replayed in her head on the plane all the way to LA.