Bechloe Week 2025: Day 3 is up!
"I'm Not Aubrey"
Chloe took out her brand new phone and sighed. Her now ex-boyfriend Tom had lost his mind when she’d come out to him the night before as bisexual. He’d initially appeared to be totally accepting, but he’d gone through her phone when she’d gone to sleep that night. He’d deleted a bunch of contacts and text messages. When she got up that morning, she noticed the change immediately. She’d confronted him, only to have him snatch the phone out of her hand and smash it.
“I paid for your phone, and I pay the bill for it. You’re using it to cheat on me!”
“What are you talking about?”
“I saw your messages. You and Aubrey are sleeping together, aren’t you?”
“What? No. Never. She’s been with Stacie for three years now. She’d never cheat!”
“That’s not what I read.”
Chloe had pressed him for details, but he wouldn’t tell her anything specific.
“You know what? This is my apartment. You’re no longer welcome here, and we’re through!”
Tom scoffed. “I knew you were cheating. This proves it!”
None of this made any sense to Chloe. She’d finally come to terms with her sexuality, opened up to the one she thought she loved, and he couldn’t have been less supportive if he’d tried.
She opened a new text message and typed what she thought (hoped) was Aubrey’s number.
C: Hi Aubrey! New phone number. Will explain later. Are we still on for 95 Club Studios tonight?”
Chloe’s phone pinged with a reply after a moment.
This isn’t Aubrey. Wrong number!
Chloe felt her cheeks warm, even though there was nobody around to see her mistake.
C: So Sorry. I got a new phone and I don’t have my contacts.
Chloe expected this to be the end of the conversation and went to see if Aubrey’s phone number was somehow in her e-mail contacts. She was surprised to see another reply.
It’s all good. I’m Beca. And, I’m just kind of glad the wrong number wasn’t a dick pic!
Chloe chuckled.
C: Well, it won’t be that. I don’t have one of those. C: I’m Chloe. B: That settles that. B: By the way, I’m DJing at 95 Club Studios tonight.
Chloe blinked for a moment.
C: OMG! I love your work! You’re DJ B Mitch? B: That’s me. B: I hope you find your friend Aubrey’s number. C: Thanks
Chloe opened her e-mail program. She did have an e-mail for Aubrey, and she knew Aubrey was fairly obsessive about checking her e-mail. She sent an e-mail explaining what had happened and shared her new phone number.
As expected, Chloe had a text from Aubrey within a few minutes. She saw she’d transposed the last two digits of Aubrey’s number.
A: You know I never liked Tom. C: Yeah C: So, are you and Stacie coming to the club tonight? A: Definitely A: Got to meet this mystery DJ
Chloe spent the better part of the day trying to restore her contacts. She, thankfully, had several numbers memorized, including Tom’s, which she blocked, just in case he found her new number.
By the evening, she was ready to dance away all memories of her ex. Well, she knew that was impossible, but she could try.
Chloe dressed to impress. She put on a glittery green dress and a pair of cream-colored heels, and grabbed a small sequined clutch purse.
She enjoyed a few drinks with Stacie and Aubrey before hitting the dance floor. Stacie and Aubrey immediately found an open spot and began dancing together. Chloe looked around, hoping to find someone she wanted to ask to dance. She found very few people dancing alone, none of whom she wanted to ask.
She looked up at the DJ booth to discover that Beca, DJ B Mitch, was incredibly hot. She had headphones on, and she saw her bopping away to the beat as she adjusted the different levers. She took a breath and steeled herself as she walked up to the DJ booth.
There was a bouncer blocking the entrance to the booth. Chloe put on the face she used when getting pulled over to avoid a speeding ticket.
“Is it okay if I go in? Beca’s expecting me. My name is Chloe.”
The bouncer’s face softened for a moment. “Let me ask.”
Chloe hoped she wasn’t making a mistake. Afterall, she’d only sort of talked to Beca for a few brief minutes that morning.
The bouncer opened the door and gestured for her to go inside.
“Hi, Beca! I’m Chloe!” She stretched out her hand to shake Beca’s.
“Hey,” Beca said, shaking Chloe’s hand. “Since when was I expecting you?” she smirked.
Chloe shrugged. “I took a chance,” she said. “I saw you up in the DJ booth, and I just had to meet you.”
“Why is that?”
Chloe looked down at her feet. “Because I think you’re cute,” she said in a low voice.
“What’s that?” Beca looked at her, and her expression told Chloe she’d heard her perfectly.
“Because I think you’re cute,” she repeated, more confidently this time.
Chloe saw Beca look her up and down. “Not as cute as I think you are.”
“Wanna dance?”
“I kind of can’t leave the booth right now.”
“We can dance here.”
Beca looked around the space, as did Chloe. It was a tiny little booth with barely enough room for two people.
“Let me text my intern, Jesse. I’m sure he’ll love filling in for a few songs.”
Beca opened her phone and tapped out a text message. She appeared to get an immediate response.
“Okay. He’s on his way.”
Jesse arrived, and Beca and Chloe soon left the booth.
“He’d better not mess this up,” said Beca, pulling Chloe close to her as they began to dance.
“Does he do that?”
Beca sighed. “Not exactly. I just know that I’ve always had a great ear, and it’s more refined from my college days. Don’t tell my dad I said this, but I’m kind of glad he made me get that music degree.”
Chloe chuckled. “I loved college.”
“Where did you go?”
“Barden University.”
“Me too. Small world. My dad teaches comparative literature and has tenure, so I got to go for free. I’d wanted to move to LA and pay my dues after I finished high school, but he insisted. He made a deal with me when I started college that I had to join a club, and, if I still hated it, he’d let me quit.”
“So, did you end up liking college?”
Beca replied, “Not really, to be honest. I joined the Running in a Circle club, mainly to get a rise out of my dad. He said it didn’t count because those kids aren’t right.”
“I remember that club, and I can’t say he’s wrong.”
“He’s not. I did, like, two of their events, and I quit the club because I couldn’t even take myself seriously, much less the rest of the group.”
“You could have just joined something else. I bet you would have rocked a cappella. Well, if you can sing, I guess.”
“I can, but I’m not a fan of doing it in public, save for maybe the dorm showers.”
Chloe laughed.
“Anyway, so I ended up finishing my degree at Barden. I got an internship at a recording studio in my senior year. I learned a lot in between getting coffee and burritos for people. I even came up with a track idea for Snoop Dogg’s Christmas album.”
“I have that album. Which one was it?”
“Winter Wonderland vs. Here Comes Santa Claus. I stepped out of my comfort zone at the insistence of my boss and I’m the other singer on the track.”
“But, it says ‘Reggie Mitch’ as the other vocals,” Chloe said, looking at the track listing on her phone’s music app.
“I have no intention of being a professional singer. My boss at the record label kept calling me Reggie because he was horrible with names. Anyway, I leaned into the nickname and asked it be credited that way.”
“Clever.”
Beca looked up at the DJ booth. “Damnit! Jesse!” She broke away from Chloe.
“What?”
“He’s trying his own mashup, and…”
Chloe realized immediately what Beca was talking about. “Got it.”
Beca went up to the booth, and the track changed almost immediately. Chloe looked up and caught Beca’s eye. She put up one finger before turning to Jesse. Chloe could figure from Beca’s body language that she was telling Jesse exactly how she felt about his mash-up. Even Chloe could tell the beats didn’t match, and there were a few notes that horribly clashed.
“Okay, I’m back,” said Beca as she entered the dance floor and resumed dancing. “Jesse is under strict orders to stick with my playlist and to keep his paws off certain levers."
Chloe giggled. “That bad, huh?”
“You heard it.”
“Well, let’s get at least one more song in. I’m having the best time dancing with you.”
“Me too,” said Beca. “So, I’m off tomorrow night. Are you free for dinner?”
“Oh, totes. You pick the place and time.”
“Totes?”
“I tried to make it a thing in my Barden days. It never caught on, but I still say it from time to time.”
Chloe saw Beca grin. “I have to admit it’s cute.”
As the track changed, Chloe saw Beca shoot Jesse a look. “I’d better go back up there. Jesse is a little mad with power. Don’t have too much fun without me.”
“Text me about tomorrow!” Chloe called.
“Will do!”
Chloe joined Aubrey and Stacie on the dance floor with a grin plastered on her face the whole night. Who was Tom again?
