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“We decided on the Jonas Brothers.”
Beca Mitchell let her head drop forward as she let out a breathy laugh.
“Seriously?” she sighed. “Not Silk Sonic or Katy Perry or even-“
The big blonde - Fat Amy, that was her name - cleared her throat.
“I’m sorry,” she drawled in her Australian accident. “Did the ginger stutter?”
Beca sighed again, knowing that a look of disbelief textured her features as she gaped Fat Amy first and then the rest of the group (avoiding a particular pair of bright blue eyes…)
A month ago, she would’ve just gotten them tickets to Zedd and called it a day. Zouk was an awesome club, and her connections would’ve set them up in a VIP section that would put any other experience out of their pretty little minds. But she had gotten to know The Bellas as she worked her residency at the club at illicit, the newest in a long line of resorts off the Vegas strip.
And what she knew so far about The Bellas - besides the fact that their a cappella act was a little tired in the setlist department - was that when they set their mind to something, they were going to do it.
Like when Stacie and Chloe stripped to their bikinis to dance on Beca’s stage one night.
That was… something.
Anyway.
What were they talking about again?
Oh, right. Jonas Brothers.
Beca couldn’t believe this group of hot, talented singers wanted to use her generous VIP offer to go see a boy band that sang Disney pop from the mid 2000s. She had seen these ladies party, and they were so not part of that scene.
Especially not-
“Stacie?” Beca asked incredulously.
The tall brunette looked up from her nails.
“Joe’s hot,” she shrugged. “And I’m hoping Sophie Turner shows up.”
“Me too,” one of the shorter ones said. “Sansa is hot as fuck.”
CR? Flo? Beca wondered. Whatever, doesn’t matter.
Finally, Beca settled her eyes on the woman that she knew would be her demise. The Bellas lead singer and co-producer Chloe Beale stood front and center, wearing her very best puppy-dog eyes, the corners of her lips turning up just slightly as she watched Beca excitedly.
“Please, Becs?” Chloe pouted. Beca bit her lip to keep from smiling at the nickname/pet name. “It’ll be really fun, I promise.”
(They weren’t even dating. They hadn’t even… ugh. Whatever. This flirtationship or situationship or whatever was probably all in her head. Chloe had been in Vegas for years, and Beca was famous. Chloe was probably like this with everyone.)
Beca tried her best to stare down the redhead, but it didn’t work.
(She knew it wouldn’t.)
“Fine,” Beca relented. “But we’re sneaking in the back way. There’s no way in hell I’m going to be seen at a Jonas Brothers concert.”
*****
“And now I’m speechless! Over the edge, I’m just breathless! I never thought that I’d catch this lovebug again!”
Beca laughed as the chorus came back in full force- not at the shredding guitar and crooning voices onstage, but at the absolutely trashed Chloe that was clinging to her arm as her head became a blur of red.
“If I knew you were a real fan, I could’ve introduced you,” Beca yelled over the music, but Chloe didn’t seem to hear her. She continued to head-bang and scream the lyrics with a ferocity that threatened to knock them both over.
And it’d been like this the whole night, Chloe pushing and pulling Beca to the beat as they hung over the railing of the VIP section. At first, Beca tried to hang back so as to not be seen. When Chloe pulled her up to the railing, she was scanning the crowd below them, making sure that no one saw her dancing her another woman.
Or, dancing at a Jonas Brothers concert really, because that was the thing she really wanted to keep secret.
But as the night wore on, and the drinks got stronger, she couldn’t help but watch Chloe more than the crowd or the show.
The song came to a tremendous crescendo, and Chloe screamed next to her, doubling in volume when the next song started with easy piano.
“Ohmygosh, I didn’t even think they would play this one!” Chloe gushed as she pulled Beca’s arm around her shoulder.
Beca sent a quick glance down to the crowd, then she looked back at Chloe. She wanted to date Chloe. For real. Not sneaking around like she had done with others in the past. She wanted to give all of herself to this woman.
Well, all of whatever was left of her, after fame and Hollywood took their cut.
The DJ was sick of the fake boyfriends that the label set her up with. Hated writing fake songs about them that were thinly-veiled references to the people she really cared about but couldn’t date openly because “the timing wasn’t right” or “this has already been setup.”
She watched Chloe dance with wild abandon and felt her face fall.
Beca had known Chloe for all of four weeks, but she knew what she wanted, and she knew how far from reality the idea really was. She might be able convince her manager Theo to let her date someone normal. Not that Chloe was normal - far from it - but… yeah. Her label? And the PR team? Probably not.
And what if Chloe doesn’t even want to be with me?
Beca was pulled from her thoughts by the redhead in question. In a burst of inspiration apparently spurred by the song that Beca neither recognized nor was actively listening to, Chloe grabbed Beca’s face and turned her towards herself.
“Peter Pan and Wendy turned out fine,” she sang loudly. “So won’t you flyyyyyyyyyyyyyy, flyyyyy, flyyyyy with me?”
And then Chloe kissed her.
Okay, strike that worry off the list.
It was that quick kind of kiss, like Chloe wasn’t sure she was doing it. Beca had barely blinked as the other woman’s face came closer and closer, and then their lips connected. Music and cheering and everything fell away, if only for the briefest of moments.
By the time Beca’s hand squeezed Chloe’s where the redhead was still holding it over her shoulder, Chloe was gone, spinning the other way and dancing to the next song.
(One that Beca definitely didn’t recognize from Camp Rock, a movie that she definitely hadn’t seen.)
They only lasted two more songs before Chloe was pulling Beca away.
First, they faded to the back of the group, as to not rouse suspicion from their drunk companions, then down the back staircase, past the VIP entrance and through a side door that they had come through earlier.
The door opened into a cold, concrete hallway that was lit with bright fluorescents, and the white walls basically glowed under the unnatural light.
But it was empty, and Beca breathed a sigh of relief as she leaned into Chloe’s arms. Her smile was warm and had a hint of mischievousness, and Beca kissed it away.
They were sneaking around, sure.
But not for long.
*****
TMZ EXCLUSIVE: Does superstar DJ Mitch aka Beca Mitchell have a new main squeeze?? Pair spotted MAKING OUT at JoBros concert!