Beca lifts her head and squints up at him, still sprawled on the couch. First impressions: tall, cute, totally a fuckboy or a fratboy. One of those things. She just stops short of making a face.

"If you want time in the studio, I can do an hour at four, otherwise, I'm booked solid all day," she says. "I'm only sitting here because the nerd who's booked in is fifteen minutes late."