Senior Year

Das Auto Car Show

As the Bellas entered the performance space, it was clear to see that the European group was able to draw a large crowd; nearly all of the table were taken, Das Auto merchandise scattered all over the place. On the stage were two, rather large, Volkswagens. Just as the girls grabbed their place at a table towards the front of the stage, the cars began to move.

The girls all gasped, a few holding onto each other. Chloe sighed and waved her hands up into the air. "Ok the cars moved. Nothing else happened yet."

Beca looked over and smiled; Chloe was right – the cars weren't even part of the A Capella group's set. Her nerves started to die down the more flaws she found in the current situation; the cars were for show, the room wasn't decorated, there weren't any side-stage wings that she could see and the stage was only just big enough to fit the cars on. Sure the Bellas could fill the space, but they were experts on that by now.

"But they're moving backwards. With ghosts driving them." Fat Amy wasn't impressed. She was usually so hyped about everything. Beca took a deep breath and told herself that nothing could be too out of their league to beat, even if Amy seemed concerned by backward-moving cars.

"We are – we are Das Sound Machine."

What the girls had seen as weird walls suddenly burst into life, a woman's face repeated over and over so that all in the space could see her.

"A German collective operating in concert to create sonic – sonic mastery. What better way to appreciate automotive perfection."

Chloe tutted and folded her arms. Normally she would have laughed at the motion, but Beca was too worried about what was going to happen to take notice of Chloe's adorable tantrum.

"They will not control us. We will be victorious."

Out of the mist and lasers came a spikey-haired man, the microphone close to his face. Out of his mouth, however, came sounds the Bellas had never heard before. Or at least those sounds had never come from a human.

"Paranoia is in bloom, the PR transmissions will resume. They try to push drugs that keep us all dumbed down and hope that we will never see the truth around."

In a matter of seconds, the fog had cleared and the group grew into roughly fifty people. The Bellas would be swarmed by them, like locusts eating a farmer's crop. The dancers were buff and perfectly in sync with one another. The man with spiked hair was creating insane beats. Sure the Bellas could never create some of the base notes that guys could, but since when was beatboxing like that a thing?

"Victorious!"

As soon as it had started, it was over. The audience's applause was more of a roar than a polite clap and the members of DSM seemed all too used to the reaction. Slowly but surely the car enthusiasts, A Capella nerds and DSM fan club started to clear the hall. The Bellas also went to leave, but were stopped by the group themselves, the blonde woman standing right in front of Beca. She was weirdly tall but then Beca had always been told that she was actually weirdly small.

"Barden Bellas!" Kommissar took a towel from Pieter and dabbed it along her neck. "You came here to see us? Is it because you are – what do the American kids say... jelly?"

Chloe rolled her eyes and pouted. "We are so not jelly."

Kommissar laughed, Pieter joining in. "We should really thank you. Should we send them a fruit basket?"

Pieter nodded; "yum yum."

"Ok we didn't come here to start something, we just wanted to check you out before the worlds where we're gonna kick your ass." Beca said, hoping the girls behind her were making intimidating faces. She for one felt intimated, not that she was going to show it. Her whole look was part made up from being dead-pan.

"But you are so tiny, like an elf." The blonde woman took a step closer to Beca, a grin wide on her face. The brunette couldn't help but notice Chloe's shift in attitude; she didn't look scared anymore but annoyed instead.

"You are," Beca mumbled slightly, trying to find the best comeback she could. The Bellas needed this boost in moral and if they couldn't prove their worth through singing right this minute, her insult would have the make up for it. "Physically flawless."

Chloe spun her head, jaw dropped. Now she looked furious, mixed with a little confusion. Kommissar simply laughed and her smile grew even larger. "Thank you."

"But it doesn't mean I like you," Beca said, attempting to muster as much sass as she could. However by the permanent look of 'what' on Chloe's face, she could tell that she didn't succeed.

"We're not scared about the worlds because when the Bellas hit the stage, we're going to blow minds." Chloe pouted again and some of the Bellas nodded their approval. At least they had one strong comeback.

"Darlings don't try to beat us; we're the best. Now I must go and rest my neck. It is tired from looking down on you." The blonde woman lead the German group away, their black mesh clothing fading almost instantly into the darkened room.

"Ok," Beca shouted after them. "Just because you're making me very sexually confused does not mean that you're intimidating. We literally have nothing to lose! Aca-wiedersehen bitches!" She trailed off as normality came back to her mind and she realised Chloe's hand was resting on her shoulder.

"Don't worry Beca," the redhead said, a faint smile on her lips. "We'll beat them at worlds, no doubt."

A/N: Veeeery long chapter! This is one of my favourite parts of Pitch Perfect. I actually jumped when I saw it in the cinema XD Anyways, I hope you enjoy this chapter :)