Bulletproof Song From Pitch Perfect Novels & Stories

And this day is the one of that rare day. “I’m bulletproof nothing to lose Fire away, fire away Ricochet you take your aim Fire away, fire away You shoot me down, but I won't fall I am titanium You shoot me down, but I won't fall I am titanium” Why did I chose to sing this? I just want to tell them all that, even if they try to destroy me. I will rise and rise from the fall. “Stone hard, machine gun Firing at the ones who run Stone hard, as bulletproof glass”

Soft low music plays as we make our way up the isle; Holden behind me with his parents and up to the alter we go. We reach the alter all too soon, and I find myself singing along to the soft song as I fiddle with my cuff links. "I wish I could keep you all of my life The way that I feel for you inside This is my moment This is my perfect moment with you This is my moment This is my perfect moment With you, with you.." How true are those lyrics? This is the moment; my moment; our moment. Lizzie, Holden and I forever. God I sound gay!

“I will stop singing it in your ear oh but I want you to remember that, my bestie, bestie, na so he always dey start. You know the story, it’s the same all over the world.” I couldn’t hear anymore, I walked closer to them and tapped Stella window to give her , her keys with a strained smile on my lips as I said another round of goodbyes to her, I ignored Princess just as she ignored me too but the thing was that, I was not angry with her.

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With his arms still around me, I whipped around and locked my hands around his neck, "Why not?" A little frown formed between his brows as he said unsurely, "Umm...should I play a song?" A wide, toothy grin appeared on my face as I teased him, "Someone is becoming hopeless romantic, huh?" His cheeks flushed and he fished the phone out of his pocket. After a few taps and scrolling, a sweet melody echoed in the air. 'Perfect' by Ed Sheeran started playing. Placing the phone on the edge of the bridge, Nicholus returned to me and lifted his hand for me to take.

Assuming we moved in together. I rushed home, prepared to surprise him. He offered to send a car to pick me up, but I quickly declined the offer. I liked walking. I took a few steps up the stairs and heard loud music. Singing. I cocked my head to the side. It was vaguely familiar, but I couldn’t quite place it. I pushed open the door and froze. Trent looked over his shoulder at me and smiled. “Hey, baby.” “Pitch Perfect. You’re watching Pitch Perfect.”

It was her superpower. "Okay," she announced suddenly, standing up. "That’s enough moping over your forbidden crush. Let’s dance!" I blinked. "Dance?" She pulled out her phone, scrolled through her playlist, and hit play on a song. It was “Happy” by NF. She cranked up the volume and began dancing like a complete dork, arms flailing and hips swaying off beat. "You always say this song reminds you of me," I said, smiling despite myself.

Her smile disappeared as my song broke the silence, and the familiar hushed sigh, the gasps of wonder trickled through the crowd – and she went from looking shell-shocked, to irritated, to furious. By the time we reach our fifth and final song, and I take an awkward bow, the crowd is yelling “encore”. I look back at the boys, and Micah nods, whispering “Winter in Portland”, while Alix mouths “Lumino. Let’s --- Play --- Lumino.” “Winter in Portland,” Micah whispers. “L-U-M-I-N-O”, Alix mouths. Winter in Portland is a slow, mellow song, while Lumino is more upbeat. Plus it’s cute, playful – countryish and fun, like early Taylor Swift.

Lena was still quiet. Mara sighed. "Alright. You bring back my brother alive, and I'll back down." Lena nodded once. "Then we have an understanding." There was a crack through the blackness—gunfire. Lena ducked. Noah and Michael leaped forward, guns aloft. Mara's men were moving to pull their own, but it wasn't they who fired. There was another shot. A bullet shot through the windshield of the SUV, shattering glass. Mara cursed. "What the devil?"

Tre laughed in spite of himself. "Up next is Bella!" called the karaoke DJ. Luke and Tre looked up, surprised. "Well, boys, I'm on!" she said, leaving them speechless. They watched her make her way through the crowded bar to the stage. "This is dedicated to my father," she said into the mic. She winked in the direction of Luke and Tre. Hearing the classic punk guitar riff, Luke laughed. "Oh no, she didn't…" From the stage, Bella was channeling her inner Joan Jett. Loudly. "I don't give a damn 'bout my bad reputation!"