A/N: I planned on posting something sooner, but I wanted to finish a request I received and a one shot for my other Bechloe fic (both have not happened). I've been really busy lately and this (along with a few other beginning chapters of fics) has been sitting on my computer for probably over a month or two. So I just figured screw it! I'll post it. Yeah, so, as always, feel free to send reviews, comments, questions and all that jazz. Hope you enjoy!

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Missed Cuts

Beca blamed it on the fact she hasn't been touched in a while. She often would haul herself up in her apartment mixing or in a studio producing for days on end. Only going out for food or a shower and a change of clothes, if in the studio. Even then she didn't really need to go out. Food could be delivered and sometimes she could convince a new intern that she was a big enough name for them to go fetch her a clean pair of clothes from her loft. Although the name 'Beca Mitchell' was known in most clubs, that was as far as her name went. She was just on the cusp of stardom. At the end of the month she would be featured in a big ad campaign for up and coming artists that would plaster her name across half the nation and all across Europe. Her manager said it would be her moment of arrival. So that was something. At the same time she was producing songs and albums for small indie groups. Hoping that one of the tracks would be featured in a film or commercial that would lead to a big break for her as well as the artist.

Her manager was always telling her to get out more. That she should enjoy the freedom to move around now before the ad hit and supposedly everyone would start hounding her on the street. She knew that any possible stardom still depended on her actual talent, but he just pushed off the notion. Insisting she didn't have to worry because she was the full package. So her manager should be happy that she finally was out of the studio for something that wasn't considered a basic necessity, but he wouldn't be. He wanted her to have a look and chopping off 5 inches of her hair did not involve the look he thought she should go for. Even if the waist length hair was driving Beca crazy because it was literally everywhere. It clung to ever surface and part of her. Not to mention it weighed a ton, she was sure she was going to throw out her neck one day just looking to the side. Not to mention how disgusting it was when she shed. It was definitely not enjoyable to find 3 feet long strands of hair in the corners of every room you occupied. She felt like Sasquatch. But no, her management insisted that it would be like skrillex. Her trade mark and would give her a cool look in photos, parted to one side with a pair of shades as she mixed. It was true. It was a good look, but Beca wanted her trade mark to be her sound, not an anime reminiscent hair doo. Besides it was a safety hazard to herself when she wiped it around, nearly breaking her neck and to others, knocking whoever stands near in the face and usually into something.

Which was why she was in a salon 5 minutes away from her loft with a very attractive redhead running her fingers across Beca's scalp, almost eliciting moans. Beca wasn't one to be easily affected by people touching her. Especially not when people were just doing their jobs. She actually hated it when people touched her, unsure of what to do or how to respond. She preferred space and lots of it. That way she could think clearly. The only time she didn't mind touching, even encouraging it, was when she was intimate with someone, but even then everything was on her terms. With work and her obsession with it, Beca had not been intimate with any one in roughly two months, which may not seem like a lot of time, but it was for her. So the moan that was almost elicited had to be because of that. No other reason. Beca just hadn't been touched in a while. At least that's what she chose to believe.

So she sat back and enjoyed it. The redhead lightly messaging against her scalp as she shampooed Beca's hair and then conditioned it. Enjoying the light caresses of her forehead, the base of her jaw, and neck as fingers swept away strands of hair that flew away during the towel dry. Then enjoying the light scratches that followed as the unknown woman picked out any knots in the long dark tresses, taking extra care not to pull Beca's hair. Followed by light caresses across her neck and behind her ears as strands of hair were pulled back to be laid down the center of Beca's back by nimble fingers. Beca's body relaxing into each touch. Enjoying the warmth.

She didn't even realize she had closed her eyes or that the shampooist had been talking to her, until the woman tapped her on the shoulder. Beca slowly opened he eyes, blinking consecutively until they focused on beautiful sky blue eyes before taking note of pink plump lips that were apparently trying to communicate something. They were moving after all. She shook her head slightly before refocusing on those dazzling blue eyes again. With the shake of her head, Beca could suddenly hear what those lips were trying to say. That was strange.

"Excuse me… Miss? Miss, I can take you over to the chair now."

Beca was stunned for a moment at the cheerful sweet voice that pronounced words she was still not fully comprehending, still reeling from soft touches. The woman gave her a concerned look as she placed a hand on Beca's shoulder.

"Are you okay miss? Do you want water or something?"

That's when Beca finally snapped out her daze, "Oh-uh… No, I'm fine. I'm good. Completely fine… So about that chair."

The woman just chuckled to herself and gave Beca a knowing smile.

"Right this way."

As Beca followed the woman to the station where her hair would be cut, she mentally chastised herself for completely fumbling. She figured she probably came off like a big creep for completely spacing out on the woman. How embarrassing! What was wrong with her? Get it together Beca and stop acting like a teenage boy that just saw boobs for the first time.

The shampooist left Beca in the chair and went off to take care of other tasks that needed to be done in the salon. Beca couldn't help but follow the woman with her eyes in the mirror she was facing as the woman went about getting other customers refreshments or magazines and stopped occasionally to sweep up freshly cut hair. While her eyes flitted over the mysterious woman, her hairdresser for the day approached. Her name was Pam.

"So what are we doing today?" Pam ran her hands through Beca's hair, accessing the healthiness and texture of the hair she would be working with. The motion went un-noticed, not feeling nearly as good as the shampooist's hands gliding across her scalp. Pam continued, "You have such beautiful hair. It is the season for long hair. Do you just want a trim? Or something more drastic?"

Beca really wasn't paying attention, taking in the cheeriness of the woman handing out drinks to customers. The redhead seemed to glide across the floor as she moved from one end of the store to the other, a slight bounce in her step reminiscent to dancing. Beca quickly found herself getting caught up in the woman's smile, which seemed to brighten as she met each customers' eyes. Always placing a reassuring hand on a shoulder or arm as she easily conversed with each person. The woman appeared to put everyone at ease. Beca couldn't describe it, but the shampooist had it. She was tempted to use the word magical, but it felt to clique. She really couldn't come up with another word. Nothing fit.

"So what will it be?" Pam's hands stilled.

"Huh?" Beca finally looked at Pam, taking in all that was Pam, a woman who looked nothing like the redhead she had been staring at. Pam was all short spikey hair with loud highlights and bright eye shadow in her mid to late 30s.

"Hun, do you just want a trim?"

"Yeah-Sure… Whatever." Beca said lightly waving off the question with her hand. Her attention was completely captured by the shampooist again as she swept up hair at the station kitty corner to the one she was sat at. She couldn't help it. The woman was positively adorable in dark capris that were cuffed at the bottom, a white scoop necked tee, red keds, and a faded denim button up tied around her waist as she pursed her lips and bobbed her head along to the music playing in the shop. The redhead's hips slightly swayed as she swept the floor and shimmed, completing the effect of utter adorableness. Beca found herself smiling genuinely. A rare occurrence.

Pam not completely satisfied with Beca's reply just sighed and went about cutting her hair, just trimming enough to take out the split ends. Beca really didn't seem to mind, sparing Pam a quick glance when she heard scissors before giving her full attention back to the redhead. She really had not thought about what would happen when the shampooist was done sweeping and continued gawking as the woman turned. Sky blue eyes met Beca's for a second, the last bit of hair swept up. That second was all it took for Beca's cheeks to blaze red and that same knowing smile flitted on the other woman's lips before Beca suddenly became very interested in what Pam was doing. Her hairdresser really seemed to welcome her client's sudden attention, chatting away. Beca made sure to make some sort of noise indicating she was listening at all the right parts as her hairdresser talked at her. Only letting her eyes occasionally flit over the redhead a few times as Pam talked, each time met with that smile.

By the time Pam was done cutting and blow drying Beca hair, she just really wanted to leave, completely embarrassed and thrown off kilter by the redhead. She praised Pam's work without really looking. Beca shoved a random amount of money at her hairdresser as a tip to move the process of leaving along quicker. She really thought she was safe and could avoid the woman. She would be okay, the redhead not anywhere in sight. Beca quickly found the woman though, leaning on the counter nonchalantly where Beca was supposed to pay for the actual haircut and blow dry part. Beca seriously contemplated just leaving without paying to avoid what was surely going to be an embarrassing interaction, but her manager would kill her if she was arrested right before the ad campaign's release.

"How did everything go?"

The redhead was giving Beca that smile again as she took her credit card, which was really not helping Beca form complex sentences. "Great? Yeah, um-really great."

Beca ran her hand through her hair before she shoved both in her pockets, an old nervous habit.

The shampoo girl's smile just brightened more as she handed Beca's credit card back, leaning slightly forward.

"Well I hope you come back."

Beca froze for a second before awkwardly leaving as another customer came in, almost running into the door as she walked out. She could have sworn she heard the redhead laugh at her exit. After berating herself for a few minutes for her absolute lack of cool, she found her mind reeling. She spent her whole walk home wondering if that last line meant anything. Did she mean she wanted to see Beca again? Or was she just giving the company spiel? Beca didn't even know the woman's name yet the woman had easily wormed her way into Beca's head. She spent half of the night analyzing every detail of that last interaction trying to squeeze all the meaning out of those words. Finally she let it go as she got ready for bed. It wasn't until Beca was brushing her teeth that she noticed her hair was still very much long. Instead of cutting off the 5 inches she had planned only roughly one inch had been taken off.

"Shit!"

She'd have to go back.

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A/N: I have a second part started for this, but I am not really happy with it. It needs a rewrite and, as I said before, I'm busy. So it might be a while, but I do plan on writing at least one more part if not more.