Last Song From Pitch Perfect Novels & Stories

They hoped anyway, grasping onto my words until everything was gone. One night only, Grasping sheets, A crinkled quilt, The rising sun, One last good-bye, baby, I sing. The beat picks up, and . . . The butterflies, they’re nothin’, The heart pounds, mean nothin’. One night, that’s all you get, It’s all we got, take it now, One last good-bye, I’ll give to you, One last good-bye, baby. I strummed the last chords of the song, the final words crushing everything the song built it up to be. But—hey, if they were gonna make me sing a fuckin’ song, don’t expect it to be a love ballad. It’ll be the damn truth.

I clenched my fists, the sting of tears threatening to spill, but I quickly composed myself as I could not allow myself to cry over a stranger whom I barely knew. “Billy,” I whispered to myself, my voice shaky but determined. “You’re not going to let him make you feel small. What happened between you was nothing more than ONE PERFECT NIGHT STAND.” I assured myself and then entered the bathroom, taking a shower. After that, I dressed up and decided to leave. But as I was about to leave the room, my eyes landed on all the bills in the room, and I gave it a second thought, knowing that this money would eventually be taken by some cleaners, and that jerk would think I actually took it.

I groaned as I moved inside her. “Oh, Chris.” She moaned as I picked up the pace. “Yes, baby. I love my name on your lips.” Soon I was fucking into her hard with my head thrown back in ecstasy. It had been too long since I had sex. The last person I slept with was Tiffany. “Yes, yes, yes!” She cried as I pounded deep inside her. I felt her tighten around my cock and knew my release was right behind. “Damn baby, you’re squeezing my cock uncontrollably. I’m going to fill you with my hot cum.” I grunted as I chased my release and soon, I stilled deep in her pussy. Jets of cum shot out of my cock as I overfilled her.

Then the singer, a woman with a voice like velvet, began a slowed-down version of Perfect by Ed Sheeran. Sophia froze. Not visibly, but deep in her core—an old memory stirred. Owen noticed instantly. “Too much?” She shook her head slowly. “That song… it was the soundtrack to my wedding.” A beat of silence. “I can ask them to skip it.” “No,” she said, firmer now. “Let it play.” She took a breath—deliberate, steady. “I’m not afraid of the song. I’m just… amazed it doesn’t break me anymore.”

"So, um, any choice of songs for a prom night at the Kreep house?" My gaze skimmed over my form. "I'm covered in chocolate," I hesitated, and he shot me a look of pure do-you-seriously-think-I-care. "Ed's Perfect would be great I guess." West groaned. "I knew it! You are so predictable sometimes, Aditi. I know nobody thinks this, but Perfect is so fucking overrated. But I shall comply with the 'Ed' part of your wish, m'lady," he bowed ridiculously, tapping his phone once. A beautiful guitar strum started coursing through the small room, followed by Ed's emotion-evoking voice.

and the band launched into the first song on the playlist. It was one of her more popular songs, one they’d released a few weeks ago in preparation for the tour, though not the most popular. That was still “Meant to Marry Me.” This one, “Last Forever,” was another song she’d written for Trent right after he’d asked her to marry him. As soon as the familiar melody hit the ears of the people in the crowd, another cheer went home. Bree couldn’t contain her smile. She wasn’t surprised at all that thousands of voices lifted along with hers as she began to sing. Bree closed her eyes, raising the microphone to her lips, and losing herself in the lyrics. When she reached the refrain, even more peopl

What was the best was that they knew the pieces off by heart so there was a mixture of live and track performances. The next track that we played was 'Sway' by the Pussycat Dolls and that made the club even more rowdy than before. Then we sang 'Waking Up in Vegas' by Katy Perry and after that we took a short break. "Guys! I didn't know you'd be here. This is the best surprise ever!" I squealed in delight and threw my arms around my band members. "Seriously Kai, what's this about you quitting on us for almost two years at least?" Rick demanded and poked my chest in irritation.

“I didn’t say that. I said I tolerate it.” She dramatically placed a hand on her chest. “You wound me, Mr. Davenport.” I laughed louder this time, tapping the wheel in rhythm. “You know what? Let me save you.” I clicked the skip button. The next song started—something slower, softer. “Best Part” by Daniel Caesar and H.E.R. Lena melted instantly. “Ohh. Okay. You win.” “Fewer lyrics to butcher,” I teased. She turned to me, faux-offended. “Rude. But true.”

I said, making a face. I managed to convince her to keep with the plan, and we got the seamstress to come to the house. This is LA, for the right amount of money people will do just about anything. We had to switch her hair and make-up person to come to the house as well. My tux and everything for the rest of the guys got delivered. We were all wearing silver, guys and gals. It was the last single from our last album and it was still in the top 20 on the Billboard charts. The label thought it was one of the weaker songs but we thought it was the best and that was why we had to push so hard for it to get the play it did.

"Alright, you sly bastard. Guess you pulled it off. If nobody knew, then no harm done." Ethan laughed along, claiming he’d just gotten carried away earlier. Soon enough, the two men clasped hands, and a multimillion-dollar contract was finalized and signed. With business wrapped up, the higher-ups at the table began teasing Ethan and Victoria. Some even joked that since they’d missed the wedding, they should make it up tonight with a toast shared between the bride and the groom. Quickly regaining her composure, Victoria slipped right back into her element as the queen of the dinner table. She nodded confidently, then pointed straight at me. "Maya, bring us the wine."