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Chapter 2 Deaf Jews

The next day, it was the activities fair where her and Aubrey had the duty to recruit new Bellasto continue the tradition.

Then she saw bard:

—Hey Barb. You gonna audition this year? We have openings.

—Now that you've puked your way to the bottom, you might actually consider me? I auditioned for you three times and never got in Because you said my boobs looked like baloney. The word's out. Bellasis the laughing stock of a cappella. Good luck auditioning this year. Douche-b's.

Aubrey like the tight ass person she was really stressing Because it was her responsibility to have enough Bellasto continue the bellas

—My God. This is a travesty. God, if we can't even recruit Baloney Bard, then we can't get anybody.

—Just take the dramatics down a notch, okay? Hi do you wanna-well you're the one who got us into this hot mess.

—We'll be fine. I am confident that we will find eight super-hot girls with bikini-ready bodies who can harmonize and have perfect pitch. Okay? Hi would you like to be a member of... Just keep flyering. We have tradition to uphold.

A few moments later, Aubrey and Chloe were talking about still trying to find girl that could at least sing since the chance of getting bikini ready girl that can harmonize and have perfect pitch was impossible at least wanted to get go singer

—How about we just get good singers?

—What? Good singers? What?

—Hi. Can you sing?

—Yeah

-Can you read music?

—Yeah.

—Can you match pitch?

—Try me.

*fat amy matches pitch

-Yeah. That was a really good start.

—I'm the best singer in Tasmania, With teeth.

—Love it.

—What's your name?

—Fat Amy

-Um ... you call yourself fat Amy?

—Yeah, so twig bitches like you don't do it behind my back.

—I will see you in auditions, Fat Amy.

—I can sing but I'm also good at modern dance, olden dance and uh. mermaid dancing. Which is a little different. You usually start on the ground.

—Ooh

-It's a lot of floor work.

—I see that.

Amy was going around trying to find maybe something to occupy her and do something other than being with her boyfriends.

Both Beca and Amy found themselves at the DJ booth not meaning DJ related to music but to deaf Jews and out of the awkwardness started talking to each other

-ah yeah, DJs. Deaf Jews. Ohh ...

-Shalom!

—That's not a real word but keep trying. You will get there.

—Not a lot of Jewish people where you're from?

-No. I did do Fiddler on the Roof though in High School. I was like me and some Aboriginals. It was really Jewish. It was full-on Jew.