Last Song From Pitch Perfect Novels & Stories

“I’m done trying to figure out why. I just want to get through this game and go back to the dorms to pack. I need a vacation from this place.” I could barely focus on the game and did my best to at least focus on my cheer routine so I wouldn’t mess up. Leah was in an extra preppy mood, no doubt she was putting on a show for the scouts, and I should’ve been doing the same, but my spirit was crushed. I only knew that the game was over when I heard the field erupt in cheers and watched as San Marco dogs piled each other in celebration. They had finally done it. They were going to be the champions next semester.

"I don't have any problem, it will be a pleasure to have both of you, wow, my wedding will be amazing, thank you so much boss." "Don't thank me, see you there." Those were my last words before hanging up the call. "Damn dog, you've fallen in love, my own ears have heard it perfectly, and you have no idea that she might go alone. You're in love, and you don't want to admit it!" ++GISELA++

he had written. My fingers lingered on the word "tolerate", tracing it again and again. A beat later, tears began streaming down my cheeks. At that moment, I received a text. It was a message confirming that my immigration paperwork was in process. On top of that, the plane ticket had been issued. I wiped my tears and decided to give Ambrose one hell of a wedding gift.

One worker, hesitating with a saw in hand, asked uncertainly, "Did Mr. Hartwell really order this? I remember—he had these trees shipped all the way from Sovelle City ten years ago, just to make Madam Elena happy." The head butler scoffed and sneered, "That's ancient history! "These days, the lady of the Hartwell house is Vivian Gray—the eldest daughter of the Gray family. That has-been from the brothels? She doesn't deserve to set foot in a place this nice, let alone keep it. "Chop away. Mr. Hartwell and the young master only have eyes for Madam Vivian now." With that, the peach trees crashed to the ground one by one. Delicate pink blossoms scattered across the dirt, trampled underfoot, gro

Andrea was staring at the ceiling thinking when she grabs her phone and play music. Playing: Perfect by Pink Made a wrong turn, once or twice Dug my way out, blood and fire Bad decisions, that's alright Welcome to my silly life Mistreated, misplaced, misunderstood Miss knowing it's all good, it didn't slow me down Mistaken, always second-guessing, underestimated Look, I'm still around Pretty, pretty please, don't you ever, ever feel Like you're less than fuckin' perfect Pretty, pretty please, if you ever, ever feel like you're nothing

The guy at the middle was holding a mic and singing, the other two boys, one at the right, playing a guitar and the other guy playing a piano. They were singing ‘Perfect’ by Ed Sheeran. Their voices were just so amazing. They looked like they were from Switzerland. The crowd was moving according to the beat and some were crying. Sebastian was standing at my right, still holding my hand. Seeing this, made me had deja Vu. It reminded me of when my sister and I. The two of us normally watched some set of bands singing, when we returned from highschool. Tears rolled down my eyes when I remembered how she betrayed me. I really loved my sister with everything, giving her my everything. Tears kept

They kept me occupied and knew how to cheer me up. "Let's play riff off while we eat breakfast!" Hannah exclaimed and we all agreed since we all enjoyed that game. Riff off was a game we picked from the movie Pitch Perfect, we would choose a category and each of us had to sing a song from the category when it was her turn. "Birthday girl, choose the first category!" Julie said excitedly as we all took the food plates and went back to the living room. I thought about it for a while then smirked. "I dated Taylor Swift!"

But instead of dancing, Maxwell just stood there holding her hands while his eyes kept roving all around; at the dancers, buffet table, exit—- everywhere but at her! With a mischievous grin on his face, Ethan hurried towards the DJ and before long, the spotlights on the dance floor dimmed just as the upbeat music stopped. The dancers started frowning until suddenly, Ed Sheeran's melodic voice rent the air, singing his slow, romantic hit song; 'Perfect'.

“What are you going to do? Your parents are very, very, very, very, rich people.” My hot choco was cold already, but I drank a fill anyways. “I'm going to show them how very, very, very, popular I am,” I murmured with a smirk. Jack's mood brightened immediately. He smiled like he knew exactly what I was thinking. “What do you have in mind?” “Now will be a good time to release our last single,” I paused to let it sink in, then added. “With a message.” The song in question was the last of the album which took me to the top. A highly anticipated one.

Prince even had to be angry at them before they finally decide to give me the lip stick, I did a last minute touch up before we exit the car and as promised the media and camera men where waiting just outside of our door. I smiled, waved while locking arms with him, then we march inside the hall. The hall was decorated in perfection and a lot of people are in attendance which by the way I don't know 90% of them. The night came to an end after our last dance of the song "A thousand years by Christina Perri, and All of me by John legend". It's a night that I know we're both gonna cherish for the rest of our lives we did have a lot of fun to the extend that I almost forgot that am not going bac