Author's Note: Dun, dun, duh! Oh I take requests for what to write next sorry this is the only story I have right now. I figured I will do one story at a time until I complete it so people won't get mad when they read it and find out I don't update it anymore.

Disclaimer: Ok this will be the last time I will say this but I will never own Lemonade Mouth. I can't, Disney does and they will for a long time. Cheers :D

Chapter 11

"So…what happens now?" I asked.

"We find out why and where Jason is holding Olivia. He used to love her and then…" Sydney trailed off.

"What happened?" Stella asked.

"It is best that Olivia will tell you. I don't know if she trusts you enough with this information. Let's just say Olivia had a VERY hard life since she was 4. After that, she turned quiet and distant from the world," Sydney said, smiling sadly, "Now, we have a girl to save don't we?"

"Where do you think he would take her?"

"I dunno, maybe her old house? We will see tomorrow her house was a day trip from here. Maybe if we visit Ray's house and he is not there, it might be a sign. For now let's go to sleep."

Everyone disagreed to this plan, but no one had a better idea so everyone retired to their activities. Stella asked if we could look around for clues in Olivia's room.

"Hey look, Olivia has a journal!" Stella exclaimed, "Did you know this Wen?"

"I don't know a lot of things about her," I retorted. Stella started flipping through the pages.

"Stell! You shouldn't look through Olivia's things!" Mo chided.

"Relax, they are just songs. Looks like she was a songwriter, but this looks like music notes for a whole band. Wen, did she say about being in a band?"

"No, she was never part of a band. She was always a shy type," said someone from the doorway. We turned around and saw Sydney.

"Don't worry. I won't tell her you were snooping through her journal," she said, amused at our terrified faces, "It won't end pretty if she found out you were snooping, whether you saved her or not."

Stella set down the journal and we went out the door. It was evening when the gang called it a night and left.

Georgie came bouncing in from her afternoon playdate.

"Where is Olivia?" she asked.

"She…um…went somewhere," I lied. Dad looked at me. I mouthed, Later. He nodded.

"Georgie, why don't you go get ready for bed? It is almost your bedtime," he said gently.

When Georgie fell asleep, Dad demanded what happened. Sydney and I quickly filled him in. He was pale.

"I sure hope Olivia is ok," he said.

"Everyone hopes so too," Sydney said gently, "Now let's get some sleep. It will do us no good if we rescue Olivia tired and weak."