“It wasn’t the perfect set, the perfect note, or the perfect win. It was this. You idiots. In a Google Doc at 10 PM. That’s the real encore.”
“Same thing, different budget,” Beca mumbled, taking the keyboard. She started typing furiously. pitch perfect 2 google docs
“You’re sharing it with Jesse?” Chloe asked, raising an eyebrow. “It wasn’t the perfect set, the perfect note,
“Why is this so hard?” she groaned, dropping her head onto the keyboard. A string of gibberish— asdfghjkl; —appeared on the screen. “It wasn’t the perfect set
Beca smiled, closed her laptop, and left the comment unresolved. Some things were better left imperfect.
Beca scrolled to the bottom. The final page was empty except for a single, new line. It was from Chloe.