Senior Year

Hate Mail

Outside the production studio, Beca put her bag on her shoulder and sighed. She was nervous. After all, this was probably her shot at getting a career she'd always strived for.

"Don't worry about it, you'll be fine." Jesse leant against the boot of his car, smiling at his girlfriend.

"Yeah, I know. Anyway, I'll see you later, 'kay?" Beca gave him a peck on the lips and said her goodbyes, running away from his rather embarrassing remarks.

"That's my girl!"

Meanwhile, Fat Amy and Stacie were doing their best to sift through yet another box of hate mail. Flo had also decided to help out, each of them taking a letter and reading them with severe caution. The group had were finally beginning to work better as a team and become stronger as friends, but each delivery of a hundred or so hate didn't help with moral.

"There we go ladies; we're officially signed up to worlds." Chloe beamed, fingers trembling slightly at the daunting prospect of competing at such a high level. Sure she loved performing and competitions were always fun with the girls, but this was going to be on a whole new level for everyone. Looking at the girls in the kitchen, she wasn't sure if any of them had even left America before.

"Where is it then?" Flo asked, reaching into a package and taking out a purple box. "For your hairy situation," she mumbled, studying the box a little. She turned the box round and read the front. "Oh."

"Well it's in," Chloe said, her cheeks almost hurting from smiling so wide. "The very sunny, very beautiful Copenhagen!"

Fat Amy and Stacie exchanged a look, Flo still puzzled at some of the hate mail letters in front of her. "I failed maps ok?" Chloe protested. "I'm sure it'll be nice. It'll be fun no matter what." Taking a sip of her drink, the redhead suddenly noticed the absence of her co-captain. "Has anyone seen Beca today?"

The girls shook their heads and went back to the letters until Amy gasped. "I can't believe this! Some people are just so judgemental," she said, holding up a scruffy looking piece of paper. It was like a horror-film prop, each letter having been cut out of newspapers and magazines so the text varied in size, shape and colour.

"Die, bitches, die is quite harsh," Chloe agreed. "Although at least they used correct punctuation?"

Stacie rolled her eyes and held up another scruffy looking piece of paper, on which had a familiar looking logo printed on it. "Instead of reading all of this garbage, why don't we go over to the Treblemakers' party?"

Fat Amy grinned and put her arms into the air. "Yes! That sounds like a great idea. We can even take the legacy. Legacy!" Amy ran out of the room, shouting around the house for wherever Emily had gone to.

"Maybe you should text Beca to let her know about the Legacy?" Stacie started to put some of the hate mail back into the post box, Flo helping her. "You know she'll freak out if Emily turns up to rehearsal and she has no idea who the girl is."

Chloe nodded slowly, biting her lip. "Yeah that's true. Ok cool. You guys go get the others and I'll meet you out the front in a bit."

Hey. Just letting you know we have a legacy in the group. She needs a bit of work but her voice is great, just like yours. See you at Jesse's party wherever you are.

After re-reading the text, Chloe deleted it and tried again. She had to be careful what she said – her friendship with Beca was far too special to be ruined now.

Hey we have a legacy now; kind of a loophole in the rules. See you at Jesse's party.