8 Years Later ✔️

Chapter 1

8 Years Later...

Beca has just finished singing the second to last song of her set, nearing the end of her sixth national tour. She'd wipe the back of her neck with the small towel left at the front of the stage, as she listened to the crowd cheering her name. The singer cleared her throat before taking a quick swig of water, her guitar was resting against her back as she looked out at the crowd. As she'd move the microphone stand to the correct height, she'd then sit down on the stool and move her guitar around so it was resting across her lap now.

"One more song for you guys", Beca softly spoke into the microphone before starting to play the chords and melody, nodding her head along to the beat. She'd take a deep breath before move her head up to start singing.

The sun going down on a little beach town out west, she couldn't help but close her eyes as she'd feel herself get lost in the song,
A wide open highway, a window seat on a jet
The sounds of a train pulling out of the station
Someone like me should find inspiration in anything
But here I am in this hotel room
Still writing songs about

You on a sunny Santa Monica freeway, opening her eyes, Beca noticed the lights swaying side to side from fans' phones,
You on my bed in a mini-bar three day haze
With your hair and my heart all a mess in the morning
I've gotten drunk on whiskey and women
Woke up in places that we've never been in
Spending all night and all day trying to say something new
But it's no use
I'm still writing songs about you, she'd continue to sing hearing the crowd singing along with her.

A pawn shop in Dallas cut me a deal on a six string
It doesn't know how you look, how you laugh, how you kiss me
Well I'm on the edge of the bed and it's way past two
I'm stuck on a line cause I know what rhymes with blue, the singer shook her head and took a deep breath as she pictured a pair of eyes that she hadn't seen in a very long time,

You on a sunny Santa Monica freeway
You on the bed in a mini bar three day haze
With your hair and my heart all a mess in the morning
I've gotten drunk on whiskey and women
Woke up in places that we've never been in
Spending all night and all day trying to say something new
But it's no use
I'm still writing songs about you

If you ever wake up and wonder what I'm up to, Beca would look up and out into the crowd as she'd think about the inspiration for the song once more,
Baby, I'm right here
Still writing songs about, she'd close her eyes again as she'd lean against the microphone singing the last piece of the song.

You on a sunny Santa Monica freeway
You on the bed in a mini bar three day haze
With your hair and my heart all a mess in the morning
I've gotten drunk on whiskey and women
Woke up in places that we've never been in
Spending all night and all day trying to say something new
But it's not use
I'm still writing songs about you

Oh yeah, yeah
Still writing songs about you, she'd finish the song now looking out at the crowd , who were cheering and screaming her name.

She'd stand up and move her guitar to rest against her back again as she'd throw the guitar picks into the crowd. She'd then reach down and grab her bottle of water and towel, waving one last time to her fans before making her way off the stage.

"Great show as always Beca", her manager was waiting for her at the bottom of the steps, backstage, watching her hand her guitar over to one of the roadies.

"Just get me out of here Sam", she'd sigh, roll her eyes and walk past him taking another big gulp of her water as she made her way out of the stadium, heading to a car waiting to take her to the after party.