Lemonade Mouth

Poets.

Geniuses.

LEMONADE MOUTH:

Revolutionaries.

Lemonade Mouth has been called

all of these things.

But the real story,

the story of how our band came to be,

is a mystery to them all.

I wonder if they'd believe it

if I told them that it all started...

Ooh, yeah

Mm

Breakthrough

...right here.

The rules in here are simple.

No eating, no drinking, no sleeping,

no talking, no tapping, no texting.

You break a rule,

l add another day of detention.

Are we clear? Great.

Stella Yamada, lead guitar.

Wen Gifford, keyboard.

Mo Banjaree, bass.

Charlie Delgado, drum god.

And me, Olivia White,

future frontman for Lemonade Mouth.

One, two, three, four, five.

It was this ragtag group of five

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 use.

We're gonna clean up around here.

We're gonna unpack,

and we're gonna turn this storage room

into a music room.

I mean, we might as well

make the best of it, right?

We've been banished to the basement.

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--

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.

Let's go, Stell.

You don't wanna be late

for your first day, do you?

Look, I know this is hard.

Transferring to a new school

a month into the year?

Yeah. Yeah.

Why would that be hard?

Stella.

Stella.

- But who cares, right?

- I care.

Then you and Dad

might have thought to ask me

before you moved our family

halfway across the country.

Hold that thought.

Hello? Yes, Mr. Johnson.

The bioplastic certification documents,

they should be on your desk...

Ho-ho, check out the new girl.

Nice hair.

Have fun.

Hey, Dad,

don't you think it's a little weird

that your girlfriend's still in college?

She's 28, Wen.

She's just taking a photography course.

Look, Dad, when guys

go through midlife crisis, they--

They buy a sports car, right?

What do you say?

We turn in the truck, get a sports car?

I would fully support that.

Give Sydney a chance, for me.

Why is everything about Sydney?

"Sydney wants Chinese food."

"Let's watch Sydney's favorite show."

"Can't pick you up from piano practice,

Sydney called."

- Hey, I apologized for that.

- Yeah, I know.

You know, whatever. Let's just go.

I'm gonna be late

for my history presentation.

Sorry.

Are you excited, Charles?

- Soccer tryouts are today.

- Oh.

Right. Yeah, I'm-- I'm thrilled.

- Oh, your mother--

- We.

--thought you might like to have this

with you today, for luck.

It was your brother's.

Tommy scored the winning goal

at state finals with that ball.

Mom, what are you crying for?

Tommy's just away at college.

I... Oh.

Whoa. Unh.

Remember, Mohini, you need to speak

to your teachers about extra credit.

Get your GPA up

for the college applications.

But that's a couple of years away yet.

It's never too soon to think about

your future, Monu. Understand?

- Yes, Baba.

- Mm.

Is that...?

Is that lipstick you're wearing?

No, Baba.

Because you're too young

for that sort of thing.

Yes, Baba. I'm late. Um...

- Bye, Baba.

- Monu--

Don't forget, extra credit.

Please don't see me.

Please don't see me.

Yeah, you know it.

Have fun.

Way to go, Olivia.

One last reminder to

show some school spirit this weekend...

Hey. There you are.

Hey, Scott. You scared me.

Well, I've been looking all over for you.

So the band and I,

we're gonna ditch this morning,

head on over to Ray's

and practice for the Halloween Bash.

- Wanna come?

- Sure, I'd love--

I can't.

What? Come on, Mo.

We barely see each other as it is.

Well, maybe this Saturday.

I'll tell my dad

that I've got extra credit, or--

No, you know I got Mudslide Crush

rehearsals all weekend,

plus soccer practice.

Come on. Just this once? For me?

Don't worry about Brenigan, all right?

He's with the new girl.

Well, I think that Stella's

still working through some anger issues

about moving.

Yes, I can see that.

But I'm afraid that shirt is...

What?

Is there a dress code here?

Well, heh, no,

but there is an unwritten line,

and that shirt crosses it.

What about freedom of expression?

Do you have that here?

Stella, just...cover up for the day, okay?

Stella, is it?

l run a tight ship here.

I don't know how they did things

back in Rhode lsland,

but in my school,

students respect the rules.

Written...and unwritten.

Come on, come on.

Please don't call my dad. He doesn't

even want me alone with a boy.

If he found out I skipped class with one,

he'd never let me out of the house.

This is your first infraction.

You are on the honor roll.

- I won't call your father.

- Thank you.

This time.

But if I ever catch you

skipping class again...

You won't, I promise.

That's why the American Revolution

was so important.

Thank you, Sharon. Very nice.

All right.

Wendell, you're up.

What?

- We're waiting.

- One second, sir.

I'm sorry.

Sorry. Um...

This can't be happening.

Hi. I'm sorry to interrupt.

Wen, I have your folder.

Check out Wen's mommy.

- You must be Wendell's mother.

- No, I'm--

She's not my mom, okay?

Are you kidding me? Look at her.

All right, are you stupid?

- Whoa.

- Oh.

- So...?

- Detention.

But at least we'll be together, right?

Right?

No, he actually let me off

with a warning.

- A warning?

- Yeah.

You know, I got soccer practice,

some big games coming up.

I just can't miss them.

But I'll see you at lunch, okay?

- Yeah, sure.

- All right.

Unbelievable.

What can I tell you, Jenny?

That you put the same value on the arts

as you do sports.

You've cut the music budget to zero.

You've moved my classroom

down to the basement.

And for what? Some gymnasium?

Whoa. This is not "some gymnasium."

Sports bring donors, donors bring money,

and money makes my school run.

Your school?

Times are tough, Jenny.

Someone's gotta make the hard decisions

around here, and that someone is moi.

"I'm Nobody. Who are you?

Are you nobody too?"

Heh. Well, that would be a yes.

Here we go, hustle up. Move it, move it.

- Come on, let's make a move.

- Unh.

- Heh.

- Ray, cut it out, dude.

Keep it going. Keep it going.

Delgado, come on, get with the program.

- I'll see you later.

- Eh.

Come on, what are y'all doing?

- Ha-ha-ha.

- Let's go, Delgado. Come on.

All right, guys,

set up for drill number two. Hustle up.

- Coach.

- Come on, kids.

- Drill number two.

- Drill two, kids, come on.

Are you sure

that's Tommy Delgado's brother?

- Yeah.

- No, no, Delgado, you gotta kick the ball.

Like...that.

That's it. You know what?

I don't wanna play soccer,

I don't want your abuse,

and I certainly don't want my brother's ball.

Ooh.

Yeah, I think he did that on purpose,

coach.

- Aah!

- TurboBlast.

TurboBlast.

Welcome to our first assembly

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