Pitch Perfect

Teaming Up

Beca

"Amy?" I knock on her bedroom door. There's no answer. "Amy, if you don't answer the door right now I'm going to break it down!" I yell. She comes to the door with earphones dangling. I see her laptop open on the bed, a YouTube video paused. "Ok Amy, spill. What shit have you been watching now?" I demand. She pulls me into the room and slams the door behind me so no one else will come in. She picks up her laptop and holds it up to show me. I read the title out loud. "Aubrey Posen: Blows Under Pressure. Uploaded by Gail Abernathy-McKadden." I look up at Amy. She looks furious. "Is that the judge who said mean things about Aubrey on the night this happened?" I ask. "Yep. That's the one. God, I'd like to pitch slap her!" She mimes doing it. "Um,do you mean bitch slap?" I raise my eyebrows. "No, I mean pitch slap. Next time at that contest, we're all going to pitch slap her with our awesomeness!" She grins wickedly at me. I shake my head. "Don't worry about her, Amy. She's just a brain dead wannabe fashionista who makes too many inappropriate comments and wears too much hairspray." I say.

Amy thinks about this. "There's some truth in that. But wouldn't it be fun to get our own back?" I think about this. "I suppose it would be fun." "Yay! But don't tell Aubrey we're doing it! Or Chloe." Amy tells me. "I won't." I promise.

Amy

I have some totally kickass ideas of how we're going to shame Gail Abernathy-McKadden. Beca says, as fun as it would be, we can't bitch slap her in public or we'll probably be arrested, but we could custard pie her in the face. Beca has good ideas for someone who seems so innocent. "Oh, and we have to silly string her! That stuff sticks like superglue and takes ages to get off!" She says excitedly. I grin at her. "You, my innocent little flower, have a very admirable dark side." She gives an evil witch laugh. She slides a sheet of paper over towards her and takes a pencil. "Right, lets get down to business. We have some serious butt kicking to do."