It was years since Beca Mitchell had graduated from Barden University. Five, to be exact, yet she found herself thinking of the group of girls she came to love as she turned on the radio on her way to work and the oh-so-wonderful "I Saw the Sign" was just ending. She chuckled and was greatful for the station's timing, thinking of how controlling Aubrey Posen was when she was captain of the Bellas. Beca remembered the awful routine they had to go through when the aca-Nazi refused to let up on the reigns.

The bittersweet memories left an empty feeling in her stomach. Since the graduation, Beca hadn't seen much of the Bellas as they went on to start their own lives. This included Chloe Beale, who promised she would always stay in touch. Though she didn't necessarily break that promise, as she got an occasional text from the bright redhead usually with a picture attached of herself in some beautiful place, Beca really missed Chloe and her way of invading her space. It made her quite sad, even if she didn't want to admit her feelings to anyone.

She pulled in to the studio she worked at. She was making her way up to the top, faster than she anticipated, and was even helping new artists make albums. Her dreams were finally coming true. Well, most of them. One, she knew, would never come true. Not after she had kissed Jesse, that is. Jesse and Beca had dated for a while after that before he left for LA before she did. She'd stayed in Atlanta for a while after graduating, not ready to leave the place she called home. Once Chloe moved away, she decided it was time to go. Beca hadn't heard much from Jesse, not as much as she wanted to, and ended things with the former Treblemaker not long after, even though they were about to live in the same city. She was becoming increasingly overwhelmed with sadness from the memories so she shook the thought away, getting out of her car.

The warm LA air felt nice on her cooled skin from the air conditioning in her car. Beca walked towards the building and blinked a few times before her eyes adjusted to the change in light and shivered at the change in temperature. She walked towards her small office and set her things down, about to head to see Jerry, her boss, before he walked in her office as she put her things down.

"Oh, hey," she smiled, a tinge of sadness showing through her voice, "I was just about to come check in with you."

"Hello, Ms. Mitchell," Jerry smiled, "That's perfectly fine. I just came to tell you that you've been doing a great job. Maybe you should take a well deserved vacation sometime."

"That's not necessary," Beca chuckled, "Thank you for the suggestion, though."

"Okay, okay," Jerry laughed in defeat, "Just think about it. You really deserve it, Beca. You've helped us and all those aspiring singers so much. Not to mention the club and the DJing. We really couldn't have done it without you."

"And what would you do if I was on vacation? Sit around and wait for me to get back so I can help again?" Beca had a healthy relationship with her boss and was able to freely joke like this with him.

"I think we can manage for a couple weeks, hun," he grinned, turning to head out the door.

Beca smiled, "I'll think about it." With that, Jerry left. She decided to finally finish the paperwork that needed to be done for yet another aspiring artist. Beca was making other people's dreams come true. If only she could make hers.

After what seemed like a couple hours, Beca was barely getting anything done. The song on the radio that morning made her think about her Barden years and all those girls. She found tears welling up in her eyes as she thought about them. Quickly blinking them away as soon as she realized they were threatening to spill out, she pulled out her phone. As she pressed the contacts button, she scrolled through until she got to just the name she found, Chloe Beale. She thought about pressing the call button, wanting to hear the ginger's voice for the first time in years, but chose to text her instead.

Hey, I miss you bunches. Call me sometime. -DJ

She knew she wouldn't get an answer back for at least a few days, so she proceeded to work. Beca knew she had a gig that night and decided to get up and go to a mixing room. As she flipped the "In Use" light on, she hummed a song she was thinking about mixing together with something. She'd had a song that came out a few years ago stuck in her head since Jerry walked out of her office.

Beca sat down in the chair and pulled up the program she always used on the computer. After pulling large headphones over her ears and downloaded "Talking Body" by Tove Lo, she searched her brain for another song to go with it. When she finally found another, Marina & the Diamond's "Lies," she began to mix the two together. She let the music take over her, bobbing her head to the beat. She'd been at it for a while before she finished. When she saved it to a flash drive and walked out, flipping the "In Use" light off, she looked around, noticing most people were gone. She pulled out her phone and saw that it was well past time for her to be off her shift and would be going to her shift at the club soon. When she was about to put it back in her pocket, it buzzed for a moment, indicating she got a text. It was from Chloe.

Omg! Hey, DJ! I'll definitely give you a call tomorrow! How are things going? I miss you soooo much too. We should get all the Bella's together sometime and throw a party. -Your Weirdo

Beca smiled at the text. She was glad Chloe missed her and that she was going to call her tomorrow. All she had to do was get through one more long night before she could her the voice she longed for. She felt her cheeks get a little warmer once she read the "Your Weirdo" as she thought of the countless nights she spent with Chloe when the redhead invaded her living space and stayed in her bed without asking. She would always call her a weirdo and Chloe's response was always, "That's okay, as long as I'm your weirdo."

Beca chuckled at the memory and quickly began texting back, hoping Chloe would continue texting back.

Tomorrow? What, too busy with your man to give me a call? - DJ

She started to walk to her office and gather her things to head home and grab her equipment for the gig tonight. Her phone buzzed again, bringing a smile to her face.

We broke up, Becs. I just got off a plane so my jet lag is like majorly killing me. -YW

What?! No way! Do I have to kill the asshole? And you should probably go to sleep then, weirdo -DJ

No, no, no. You don't have to kill him. I dumped his sorry ass. And no, I've got something I need to do first -YW

What's so important that you would ignore your jet lag? -DJ

Oh, nothing. ;) -YW

Beca started to head out the door, walking to her car, starting to reply again.

What are you scheming, Beale -DJ

Beca looked up to find her car when a flash of bright, firey red hair caught her eye. Her heart nearly stopped and breath caught in her throat.

"Hey, Becs. Long time no see, huh?"