🍁 The Sequoia 🍁

Prologue

Beca Mitchell, everybody knew who she was. The small brunette woman was a famous singer, living her best life in Los Angeles, well that's what fans thought. She loved her job, but big crowds were not her thing. Beca was a very reserved person who would have preferred to stay alone. However fame was inevitable for the type of job she wanted.

Today, she was sitting in the back of her limousine heading to the Ellen Show. Her schedule was very busy. She just finished recording one of her music videos for her future album. Beca was also a songwriter, and so she did not sleep much. She spent countless nights staying awake playing around with her computer trying to come up with a good beat. Amy, her closest friend, knew this so she made sure to have coffee ready every morning. She even listened to several drafts, and she found them all amazing. Evidently, they were not worthy to the one and only Beca Mitchell. The brunette was aiming for perfection, after all.

The woman was now trying to close her eyes to catch some sleep. However, as soon as she closed them, she heard her phone vibrating. She groaned before picking it up. Beca looked at the screen, it was Amy.

"What do you need that is so important?" she asked frustrated.

"Shortstack, you need to chill. I just wanted to ask how you are doing. Are you nervous?" Amy wondered on the line.

"Of course I am nervous. I hate talking in public, I hate having conversations with strangers." she huffed.

"Beca Mitchell, you have to get used to this life of yours. No matter what you say, people will still love you. Besides, if they hate you, you are stuck with me. I could never hate little grumpy Beca." the Australian chuckled.

"Ok, anything else? I would like to get some sleep if I can." the brunette claimed.

"That's all. I will see you this evening. Good luck." with that Amy hung up.

The brunette sighed before closing her eyes once again. However, the limousine stopped not soon after.

"Ms. Mitchell, we arrived." the chauffeur said as he opened the door of the vehicle.

Beca exited the car and was surrounded by security guards. Cameras were clicking causing the singer's face to wince.

"Beca, Beca, over here. Smile." the paparazzi were shouting.

The brunette stopped to take a few pictures and give some autographs to the fans, before entering the building.

"I am already exhausted, and the show has not started yet."Beca said to herself.

She grabbed a cup of water that her security offered her. Beca, then, continued to walk down the hallway following the signals until she found the room with her name on it. As soon as she opened it, the woman spotted Stacie and Flo inside.

"Hello, hello. Let's get you seated so we can start." Stacie said.

"I am so not looking forward to this." the brunette let out.

"Come on, Becs. You are going to look gorgeous, and maybe you will finally find a girlfriend." the tall woman continued.

"Screw you! I don't need a girlfriend. I am happy like this." Beca admitted.

"Well, the girl has a point. People are putting themselves out there only for Beca's money. She can't just date anybody. She has to find the one." Flo stated.

"Wow, I did not know you could be so profound." Stacie said shocked.

"You know, when you get kidnapped for being part of the rich family in town, you learn your lesson." the Hispanic woman claimed.