Pitch Perfect One-Shots

Chapter CVI - Bechloe: True Love

You think life is against you from the get-go since you were born with a stutter. It's the most annoying thing ever. It's unwanted and you feel like an idiot and you see how people look at you and treat you once they hear you speak. You know they think you're slow or something just because you stutter but it's not the case. You actually are an intelligent person but your stutter makes you think otherwise. You stutter affects you in many ways but mostly with your confidence and self-esteem. You don't want to talk because you don't want people to treat you differently so you're usually silent. Your parents have given you speech therapy but that doesn't help much. You get anxious easily and that makes your stutter worse.

Going through school was difficult. You had trouble making friends and you got picked on because you were different. Your parents told you not to let the other kids bother you but it was easy for them to say since they weren't the ones getting picked on. When your mother left when you were nine, things got worse. You hardly spoke at all and you turned to music to cope. You found that music took away your worries and you didn't care about anything else. You listened carefully to every song that fell upon your eyes and soon enough, you were able to make your own music and you even dared to sing and that's when you found your spark.

You were able to sing without stuttering. You found something you could do without your condition affecting you. People would have no idea that you had a stutter while you sang because it was non-existent. You begged your father for music lessons, which he agreed to and you were ever so thankful. You learned how to sing and how to read music and make music of your own. Your father was proud of you for finding your passion but he still encouraged you to do your best at school and you tried but you were far more interested in music. You loved everything about music and you were set on the idea that you were going to make music for a living once you got older and you still believe that.

You wanted to go to L.A once you finished school to pursue your dreams but your father insisted that you went to college for a year first before he paid for you to go to the other side of the county. You didn't want to but you agreed and that's when your life truly began. You met a beautiful redhead by the name of Chloe who was nothing but sunshine and rainbows. She didn't look at you as if you were different. She didn't treat you as if you had a crippling disability. She treated you like a normal human being and that's all you wanted from people - to be treated normally.

Thanks to Chloe's persuasion, you joined an a capella group that you're quite excited to be in despite the captain being a complete and utter control freak.

"Welcome to the Bellas, Becs," Chloe says sweetly, making your heart pound.

You have just been recruited as a new Barden Bella and everyone is out celebrating at a party just for a capella people. You don't like parties for many reasons but Chloe was going so you made yourself go.

"Th-th-th-thank-thank-thank you. Thank you," you say with a smile.

"You're welcome. Come and dance with me."

"Oh, I don't d-d-d-d-dance."

"Well, you better learn to because that's half of what we Bellas do! Come on!"

Chloe takes your hands and leads you onto the dancefloor where you're forced to dance. You feel awkward and uncomfortable since you've never done this before and you're nerves are sky-rocketing because Chloe Beale is currently grinding on you and you just happen to find her to be the most attractive human being on the planet.

"Are you okay, Bec?" Chloe turns around and examines you carefully and you pretend that your face isn't currently bright red.

"Y-y-y-y-y-yeah," you nod. "Just a bit n-n-n-n-n-nervous."