Lemonade Mouth Page #3

Because it's stupid, Stella.

Timmy.

Sorry I'm not out inventing

biodegradable plastic,

or making my own toys, or,

oh, yeah, curing cancer.

We haven't cured it yet, honey.

Hello. I know that.

l may not be a genius--

Which is, like, I don't know,

a genetic abnormality in this family.

But I can do things too, you know.

I could start a revolution.

That's nice, dear.

Good morning, Mesa High.

Yes, it's that time of year again.

You have to get out there and vote,

because guess what.

Yes, I have been nominated, yet again,

for School Administrator of the Year.

Let's keep that winning streak alive.

Okay.

Vote today, the polls are open all day.

There's extra credit involved.

- You think it's about the band?

- Oh, my.

We talked about this.

It's not gonna happen.

Sure it is.

l signed us up for Rising Star

this morning.

Check. Check, one, two, check.

We're not experienced enough.

Which is why I also signed us up

for Halloween Bash.

- Check, check, one, two, check.

- What?

Wait, how'd you pull that off?

It's amazing what a principal will agree to

if he thinks his new "problem student"

is channeling her energy

into something productive.

Hmm.

Goofing around in detention

does not make us a band.

So we'll practice.

You have real drums, right?

- Yeah.

- See?

- I didn't even know that.

- Ha, ha.

Okay, so, what are we gonna play?

You could write our songs.

- Me?

- Yeah.

That one you did the other day

was pretty amazing.

- Mm-hm.

- That was nothing.

I think I'm gonna be sick.

Wait. We can't play the Bash.

Mudslide Crush is playing.

And we are opening for them.

I don't know about the rest of you guys,

but I don't wanna be some random face

in a yearbook.

Or a kid people vaguely recall

passing in the halls.

I wanna be heard.

- Hi.

- Ha, ha.

Wen and I are in. Who's with us?

I'll give it a shot.

- Really?

- Yeah?

But only if everyone else agrees.

Just one practice. If it works, great.

If not, I'm out.

- All right.

- Okay. Ha, ha.

Hey.

Mm-mm.

Come on. Say you'll try.

- Please.

- It'll be fun.

It'll be so much fun.

- Pretty please, sugar on top?

- You will have so much fun.

D'oh. Okay, okay. I'll do it.

- Yes. Yes.

- It'll be great.

You know what?

Heads, we do it.

Tails, we don't.

One of the misconceptions

about Lemonade Mouth

is that we were a natural fit

from the start.

Totally not true.

Come on, Charlie.

It's a simple four-four beat.

You're not even trying.

It's B to B-flat, back to B,

then an F-sharp. Ready?

Okay, this isn't working.

We'll get it.

We just need to keep practicing.

Also, maybe we need to go

a little more hardcore.

That's it. I'm out of here.

What? You're just gonna stomp away?

Yeah, come on. Don't leave.

In case you guys hadn't realized,

I'm classically trained.

On the violin.

I don't play whatever this is.

I'm-- I'm out too.

- What?

- Guys, look.

Come on. We can work this out.

Yeah. Yeah, Wen's right.

Maybe if we just take it from the top

one more time?

They're quitting

before we've even started.

- They're quitters!

- Shut up, Stella.

- Wait, Mo.

- Mo.

Please, don't. Wait.

Can you see me?

'Cause I'm right here

Can you listen?

'Cause I've been trying

To make you notice

What it would mean to me

To feel like somebody

We've been on our way to nowhere

Tryin' so hard to get there

And I say

Oh, we're gonna let it show

We're gonna just let go of everything

Holding back our dreams

And try to make it come alive

Come on, let it shine so they can see

We were meant to be

- Somebody

- Somebody

- Somebody, yeah

- Somebody

Somehow, someday, some way

- Boy, go to class.

- Somebody

Get out of this darkness

Feel the spotlight glowing

Like a yellow sun

- Oh-ooh-oh, oh oh

- Oh-ooh-oh, oh oh

And when we fall. We fall together

Till we get back up

And we will rise as one

Oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh. We're gonna let it show

- Let it show

- We're gonna just let go of everything

Holding back our dreams

- And try

- To make it come alive

Make it come alive

Come on, let it shine

So they can see

We were meant to be

Somebody

Somebody

Somebody, yeah

Somebody

Somehow, someday, some way

Somebody

Olivia, did you really write that?

Yeah. Ha, ha.

You guys,

we are so winning a record deal.

So Brenigan took away half my set

for the Halloween Bash.

- What?

- Yeah, I know. The guy's insane.

I mean, what is he gonna do?

I mean, I'm the man, all right?

Hey, what's up?

I didn't think you were gonna make it.

So how'd you get out of the house?

- Um, I told my dad I had a study group.

- Ha, ha.

I mean-- I mean, what does Brenigan

expect me to do? Jump up and down?

Like, "Oh, I get to play half my set?" No.

- What's Ray talking about?

- Eh, it's nothing.

- Come on, don't worry about it.

- Just tell me.

Brenigan told us we don't get

the full set at the Halloween Bash.

So...

- So you know that new girl, Stella?

- Mm-hm.

Yeah, well, I guess she told Brenigan

she has some band,

and Miss Reznick is in on it.

Miss Reznick is a really

talented music teacher, actually.

Yeah, whatever.

I mean, that's not the point.

The point is, this so-called band

has half our stage time now. It's nuts.

You don't cancel the Crush.

Um, do you know who else

is in the band?

Nope. Just a bunch of nobodies.

- Okay, and that's why--

- Hey, hey, get away from my car.

- It's me.

- What?

I'm in the band.

I play bass.

I mean, you're kidding, right?

No. Actually, we're not bad.

I mean, we met in detention.

We're just opening for you.

Look, Mo, I mean, if you wanna be

in the band, that's great.

You could play backup guitar for me

or something.

But, come on, joining a band

that's taking half our night from us?

- What's up with that?

- What, so now it's your night?

Yeah. I mean, my music, it's--

It's important to me. You know that.

Well, maybe my music

is important to me too.

I'm sure it is. It's just...

Just think about it, okay?

I mean, I really don't want this

to come between us.

Me either. It's... Ahh.

Good. Good.

Now, I'll be back in a little bit, okay?

I'm taking that band down

one way or another, okay?

Ray. We're up, my man.

- All right, let's do this thing. Let's do it.

- Yeah.

Yeah, I love this song!

Who's that trying to talk to me?

Standing over there

Looking like a wannabe

Keep me on ice, subzero degrees

I'm so solid

That you can't see through me

We rock the stage like a playoff game

Don't have to say it. You know my name

Three-point shot. No time on the clock

And the crowd goes wild

Are you ready or not?

Oh

And the crowd goes

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh, oh

And the crowd goes

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh, oh. And the crowd goes

I'm a superstar, and I got a cool car

And the girls like me better

Than whoever you are

'Cause I make your day

Let me hear you say

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Can you give me some of that?

It's the Crush.

Here we go, here we go

And the crowd goes

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