And It Went Like (Lemonade Mouth) Chapter 1: How It All Started, a lemonade mouth fanfic

So you should all know that the whole movie is from Olivia's POV soo it staying the same. And I don't know if I'm gonna switch POVs but for now, it's only Olivia's.

Poets. Geniuses. Revolutionaries.

Lemonade Mouth has been called all of these things. But the thing most people don't know is how our band came to be. Would you believe me if I told you all started...here.

I know what your thinking, but don't say anything until I explain.

Stella Yamada: Lead Guitar
Wen Gifford: Keyboard
Mo Banjaree: Bass
Charlie Delgado: Drum God!
And me, Olivia White: future frontman for Lemonade Mouth
It was this ragtag group of 5 that started it all.

"All right, I have decided, rather than let you twiddle your little thumbs for the next hour, we are going to put those thumbs to good use. We're gonna clean up around here. We're gonna unpack, and we're gonna turn this storage room into a music room", our music teacher/detention monitor, Miss Reznick rants. "I mean, we might as well make the best of it, right? I mean, we've been banished to the basement" Bathroom noises "Did you hear that?" "Ooh" "You know what, if they spent a fraction of what that new gymnasium cost to keep this music program alive, I-" More bathroom noises. "Ooh, that is it, that is it"
But if I'm gonna tell you this right, I need to go back to the beginning, the morning it all began.

I'm lazy so I'm not gonna write what happened but you all know their stories, if you watched the movie, so this is going back to the present.

"I am gonna give Brenigan a piece of mind, and while I do, I want you guys to just start cleaning up or something around here", Miss Reznick says, leaving the room. "She can't make us clean", Stella argues, when she's sure Miss Reznick is nowhere to be seen. "It's cruel and unusual punishment."

"Welcome to high school", Charlie replies. Drip "This school stinks", Stella states."Can you guys just do what Miss Reznick asked and be quiet? Okay? I'm not getting another detention because of you people", Mo says, moving some boxes. I start moving boxes too, as well as Wen. Charlie's trying to be chill and sit at his desk, impatiently tapping his fingers on the desk (I had to look up what he was doing ?).

With the combination of the dripping of the leaking roof, Charlie tapping his fingers and then snapping them, it had a nice beat to it. Wen was tossing keys in the air, for some reason?. Then, there was me trying to put away some sheet music thinking to myself, what are these guys doing and why am I here with them.

Mo had a spray bottle, trying to clean a bass and she just started spraying it which was weird. Stella started clapping with the sprays. SO WEIRD! Charlie gets out his drumsticks and starts banging them together, it was then I remembered he had his own drum set. I was still staring at them. Mo then, picked up the stand up bass and started playing it. Wen started playing the xylophone and Charlie went behind the drums. These guys are weird.

Stella grabs a guitar and starts playing it. I finally start singing.

Na na na na na, na na

Take a look around
Who would have thought we'd all be here?
So let's mess around
'Cause the future is unclear
We got nothing better to do
We just trying to get through
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Yeah

Let the music groove you
Let the melody move you
Feel the beat and just let go
Get the rhythm into your soul
Let the music take you
Anywhere it wants to
When we're stuck and can't get free
No matter what we'll still be singing

Come on come on
Turn up the music
It's all we got
We're gonna use it
Come on come on
Turn up the music
Yeah

All we have is now
Let's make the most of this
Come on break it out
So everyone can hear it
They don't have to understand
But we'll make 'em if we can
Do you hear me?
Are you with me?
Yeah

Let the music groove you
Let the melody move you
Feel the beat and just let go
Get the rhythm into your soul
Let the music take you
Anywhere it wants to
When we're stuck and can't get free
No matter what we'll still be singing

Come on come on
Turn up the music
It's all we got
We're gonna use it
Come on come on
Turn up the music
Yeah

Come on come on
Turn up the music
It's all we got
We're gonna use it
Come on come on
Turn up the music

Come on come on
Turn up the music
It's all we got
We're gonna use it
Feel the beat and just let go
Get the rhythm into your soul

Let the music take you
Anywhere it wants to
Come on come on
Turn up the music
Yeah

Also if u wanna listen to it:

We were so into the music that we didn't know Miss Reznick was right behind us. "Oh I'm really sorry. We just started to, um...", Mo explains, scurrying to her desk. Miss Reznick shushed Charlie and Wen. "Shh! Let me think. I need to think", Miss Reznick orders. "You", she says, pointing at me. "Yeah, I'm just gonna sit down", I reply. "Olivia", she says, following me. "Olivia, you have a beautiful voice, Aah!" " Your band, it's a gift", she tells us.

"We're not a band", Stella tells her. "We don't even know each other", Charlie says. "You were meant to play together. It's.. its destiny. Oh come on, you don't have a moment like that and just ignore it", Miss Reznick tells us. Yes we can, I say in my head. "People, they need to hear you", Miss Reznick begs. "Sure, that'll show Brenigan..that's with show Brenigan...That's it! Rising Star!" "Rising what?", Stella asks. "Rising Star", I answer. "It's a talent competition, winner gets a record deal", Mo pipes up. "And some serious air time", Charlie finishes. "Making tomorrow's stars today, making to- making to-", Wen raps.

"Just think, you guys", Miss Reznick says, ignoring Wen. "You can show everyone around here, that sports isn't the only thing that matters" "So. What do you think? You in?", Miss Reznick asks Stella. "Pass", Stella answers. "What?", Miss Reznick asks. "It's ridiculous", Stella replies.

"Okay", Miss Reznick says, going to Mo's desk. "I really can't. Between my AP classes and violin lessons...", Mo answers. Then Miss Reznick goes to Charlie's desk. "Yeah, I've -I've got stuff", Charlie tells her. "Stuff", Miss Reznick mocks him. Then, she comes to my desk. "Okay, well, then, what about you, Olivia?", she asks me. I look up at her. " I don't sing", I admit. "Uh, we just heard you sing", she replies, matter-of-factly. "Well yeah, but that wasn't real, like on stage, I can't do that", I say looking down.

"Sure you can", Miss Reznick replies. "No, no, trust me, it wouldn't be pretty. The last time I performed onstage was my first grade recital and five minutes into "Baa, Baa, Black Sheep" I threw up down Mikey Nichols' back", I admit. "Ha, yeah I remember that. That was hilarious", Wen says, laughing. "No, it's was humiliating", I reply. "I'm sorry, I can't"

"Well I guess that counts me out, right?", Wen asks. "I mean you can't really enter a competition with one man in a band. You know unless you're thinking of a solo career, which I'd be happy to consider" "Guys Mudslide Crush are entering, we wouldn't have a shot", Charlie says. "He's right. They're amazing", Mo agrees. "They're not that amazing", Charlie murmurs.

"Well, if we don't stand a chance against these Mudslide guys, then why bother, right?", Stella asks. "Because, you said it yourself, you deserve to be heard", Miss Reznick replies. After that weird day, I was thinking about what Miss Reznick said about Rising Star. "Gram?", I ask, opening the door. "Gram" "Oh, Olivia, sweetie", Gram says, when I approach her. "Oh, how's Nancy doing?", I ask. "Oh she still hasn't eaten", she replies. "Nance, come on, you need to eat. You need to eat, old girl", I beg. "Come on, girl. Come on. Look, yum"