Beca scrolled to the bottom. The final page was empty except for a single, new line. It was from Chloe.
The fluorescent lights of the Barden University library hummed a lullaby of boredom. Chloe Beale stared at her laptop screen, a single, pulsing cursor blinking on a blank Google Doc. The title read: Pitch Perfect 2: The Official World Championship After-Action Report.
“You’re sharing it with Jesse?” Chloe asked, raising an eyebrow. pitch perfect 2 google docs
“Because you’re trying to use complete sentences,” said Beca Mitchell, sliding into the chair opposite her. Beca was nursing a cold brew and looking at the document like it was a personal enemy. “Just bullet-point it. The producers want a ‘raw, authentic feel’ for the documentary.”
Chloe sat up. “A documentary? I thought this was just for the alumni newsletter.” Beca scrolled to the bottom
“It wasn’t the perfect set, the perfect note, or the perfect win. It was this. You idiots. In a Google Doc at 10 PM. That’s the real encore.”
“He asked for the behind-the-scenes dirt,” Beca said, her cheeks flushing slightly. “Besides, he’s good at catching typos.” The fluorescent lights of the Barden University library
Beca smiled, closed her laptop, and left the comment unresolved. Some things were better left imperfect.
“Why is this so hard?” she groaned, dropping her head onto the keyboard. A string of gibberish— asdfghjkl; —appeared on the screen.
“That’s why I’m using a burner Gmail account,” Beca whispered back with a smirk. She hit the button and typed in a list of emails: aubrey.posen@barden.edu, fat.amy@... and one more. jesse.swanson@...
“Same thing, different budget,” Beca mumbled, taking the keyboard. She started typing furiously.