With One Note (A Pitch Perfect fanfiction)

Chapter 3-1: Hugs and Songs

A/N. (I don't own most of the characters and certain parts of the plot. Courtesy goes to the creative team behind Pitch Perfect). I LOVE YOU ALL.

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With One Note: Part III

Chapter 3-1: Hugs and Songs

Everything silenced when the girls heard it and the confetti fell wild everywhere. The bright lights on the stage hyped up the hugging and the jumping and the screaming that the Bellas made as Aubrey received the large trophy. The roaring applause from the audience drowned the auditorium into a gigantic balloon of energy. The Bellas had won over the Treblemakers, and four other competitors.

Chloe, who burst into tears, rewound the wonderful experience in her head. The loud thumping of her heart when they prepared for their final performance resurfaced in vivid memory. She remembered closing her eyes backstage, thinking of Beca – how she could've been in the audience with her wide and lively eyes... how she could have been cheering so hard during the performance. She remembered whispering to herself how the performance, the choreography was for her dear girlfriend. She remembered Aubrey during her pre-show pep talk; Aubrey said that their final shot wasn't going to be for themselves solely, but moreover, for Beca Mitchell, the girl who wasn't nice half of the time, but definitely led the group to this opportunity. Chloe gave her best friend a tight hug as her expression of gratitude.

The Bellas didn't lose an iota of the hyped mood when they retreated backstage to their dressing room. The hallways chanted their name, and the smiles around them uttered their compliments.

As she entered the room, Aubrey held a hand to her chest in quick shock upon seeing Declan and her father waiting for her with a sweet grin on his face. She ran to him and embraced him.

"You did a fantastic job, Aubrey," Her father said while they stayed in that hug.

"It didn't matter if you won or not. It was a magical performance. You should be proud of yourself."

"It does matter, Father," Aubrey argued. "Last year's debacle tainted my name... our name. And now, all of it's changed."

He pulled out of the hug with a confused look on his face. "You were worried about redeeming our name this whole year?! Why, you shouldn't have! We, Posen's, have so much to be honored about ourselves. A couple of mistakes would never top that kind of pride." He lifted her chin up and gave her a quick kiss on the forehead.

Declan, of course, crushed her favorite sibling through a child's comforting embrace and bombarded her with words of cheers.

Stacie stared at the entrance door to the Treblemakers' dressing room. She thought about barging in, congratulating Donald for the nice work, and giving him a nice kiss, but the fight she initiated during their last make-out session (when Donald admitted his feelings) prevented her from making it all happen. Sighing, she walked back into their room, and blended in.

Jesse packed up his stuff while Bumper scolded Haull in front of the rest of the boys. Because of the Bellas' win, and the delight he had when he sang with his Treble-mates, there was joy in Jesse's heart, but Beca's stagnant condition at the hospital turned him blue in a snap. He sneaked out of their dressing room and opted to go for the one-hour bus ride to the hospital.