uhhh I didn't have time to correct the mistakes yet so, You've been warned
Jesse was in a sea of coffee paper cups and sheets, he hasn't left the studio in days and still didn't know where the woman who was supposed to do the job with him, his partner, was.
"Why didn't I become a stripper." He said as he let his forehead hit the wooden desk.
Just when he felt like throwing everything away, his laptop rang meaning he received an email.
Groaning, he opened it. "Thank God, Beca." he said relieved.
From: becamitchellmp@gmail.com
To: You
[8:57 am]
Morning weirdo, I'm sorry for not picking up my phone and disappearing. Here's something I've been working on, work your magic.
At the end of the email there was a track attached, he opened it and within second the sound of a piano filled the studio with music. Jesse smiled, this track was almost perfect and it only lacked the lyrics.
Another email came in.
From: becamitchellmp@gmail.com
To: You
[9:00 am]
Email me back with the dude's opinion on the track.
Before you can ask, yes I'm alive, yes I'm okay and no, don't call me unless I call you. Have fun with the directors meeting.
Even though Beca wasn't there, he could hear the last sarcastic sentence in his head.
"I fucking hate you Mitchell." He laughed shaking his head.
The boy plugged his pendrive in the laptop in order to began working on it properly.
By 9 am in Atlanta, Beca was already sitting next to her mother's bed in the hospital. Beca didn't have a proper sleep at night and apparently, Caren didn't either.
When Beca stepped into the room, she instantly noticed how different her mother looked today. The color from her skin had vanished, she was pale, her eyes red and mouth dry. She also noticed the bucket of vomit near the bed and the breakfast they had given her still intact.
Getting in the hospital was getting harder and harder to her, she had to mentally prepare herself every morning before going into the building. She was always worried and scared but she would never show it to her mother.
A manly nurse that was in the room approached Beca as soon as he caught sight of her. "Are you a family member?"
Beca nodded.
"Sorry, I'm new. Do you have any idea where the nurses get the cleaning supplies?" The man politely asked.
The brunette smiled and opened her mouth to answer but her mother was already doing it for her.
"Don't ask her about about orientation because you're not going to get a straight answer." She said from the bed making Beca blush of embarrassment.
"What did she mean?" The nurse whispered to Beca.
"Don't mind her." Beca said laughing nervously. "I think is the third closer to your left."
The man thanked her before disappearing behind the door.
"I guess I'll never get rid of that humor of yours." Beca said patting her mother's shoulder. "How are you feeling?"
"I've been better." She coughed.
Her daughter quickly grabbed the bucket and threw her mother's hair to the side before Caren could vomit.
"Thanks." The woman weakly said.
