The fluorescent lights of the Barden University library hummed a lullaby of boredom. Chloe Beale stared at her laptop screen, a single, pulsing cursor blinking on a blank Google Doc. The title read: Pitch Perfect 2: The Official World Championship After-Action Report.
Chloe sat up. “A documentary? I thought this was just for the alumni newsletter.”
“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.” pitch perfect 2 google docs
“He asked for the behind-the-scenes dirt,” Beca said, her cheeks flushing slightly. “Besides, he’s good at catching typos.”
Beca smiled, closed her laptop, and left the comment unresolved. Some things were better left imperfect. The fluorescent lights of the Barden University library
“Same thing, different budget,” Beca mumbled, taking the keyboard. She started typing furiously.
Beca scrolled to the bottom. The final page was empty except for a single, new line. It was from Chloe. Chloe sat up
“Why is this so hard?” she groaned, dropping her head onto the keyboard. A string of gibberish— asdfghjkl; —appeared on the screen.
