𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏: 𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐭 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝...

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Poets........

There was a lemon silhouette on the floor as the floor decoration as many people preferably teenagers ran somewhere where it's set on the stadium as they held their lavender-colored concert tickets, cheering

Geniuses....

It next shows people's feet as they stomped in excitement and eagerness in the step of the stadium

Revolutionaries.

More people stomped as they clapped together

It next shows a security guard collecting the concert tickets as the teens and the people handed their tickets to the guard. Where it said 'Lemonade Mouth' where the 'O' was replaced by a lemon slice

"Lemonade Mouth has been called all of these things....."

It changes to the people passing through a coin operator type of pass after they handed their tickets.

It changes to the wardrobe people helping the people getting ready for the concert from final touch-ups for the hair, accessorizing their looks, the teens putting on their black sequin fingerless gloves, touch up for the makeup, painting their nails with black nail polish,

A teen boy styled his hair upward to look like a mohawk.

A wardrobe woman put a top hat to a brown head boy who twirled his drumsticks

A brown head teen girl put on her guitar strap

"But the real story, the story of how our band came to be,...

It next shows how a crowded people opened the doors eager to get to the concert slightly pushing the security guards out of the way

.....Is a mystery to them all."

It next shows the people climbing up the stairs to walk to their respective seats as a young mid-20s security guard is watching them

It next shows the 7 people walking to the stage as a man on the right-handed a girl with her guitar

"I wonder if they'd believe it..."

Then it shows two girls, a teen boy followed, high-fiving a man assuming it's their manager as good luck to them

They walked to the stage with their guitars and drumsticks in hand, and to their respective places as they can hear the crowd cheering for them.

"If I told them that it all started...

The crowd was clapping, cheering loudly for them

"Ooh, yeah mm Breakthrough~" Olivia sang

When it changed to a blue sign named 'DETENTION' on the side of the door

...right here." Olivia finished said

3rd POV:

"The rules are simple: No eating, no drinking, no sleeping, no talking, no tapping, no texting." A woman said, laying out the rules

A group of 6 people was sitting in their seats, either had their books, doing their homework, drawing in a sketchbook, twirling their drumsticks,

The teens look at the woman

"You break a rule, I add another day of detention. Are we clear? Great." The woman finished laying the rules.

The woman turned around and walked back to her desk.

"Stella Yamada, lead guitar...." Olivia said to the girl with shoulder-length hair with a gold streak in her hair, who wore a red colored shirt with safety pins in the sleeve and the right side of the shirt that said "QUESTION? AUTHORITY!" She sighed before she looks down,

"Wen Gifford, keyboard....." Olivia said to the blonde-headed boy who looks in his backpack, twiddling his fingers

"Mo Banjaree, bass..." Olivia said referring to the tanned-skinned girl with long black straight hair wearing black and sliver colored jewelry who has her hand in her face as she looks down in her textbook.

"Charlie Delgado, drum god......" Olivia said referring to the teen boy with dark brown shoulder-length hair who was spinning his drumstick as he looks at the wall lost in his thoughts

"Sophia Daniella Romario, one of the vocalists...." Olivia said referring to the pretty shy girl with long brown curly hair, who wore turquoise colored glasses and was drawing a butterfly in her sketchbook

"And me, Olivia White, the other vocalists, and the future frontman of Lemonade Mouth," Olivia said to herself who was writing in her notebook before she looks at Sophia Daniella and the others

"One, two, three, four, five, six." The woman counted quietly as she wrote something on the paper on the clipboard.

Olivia look up before she glanced at the otters before she went back to her notebook

"It was this ragtag group of six that started it all," Olivia said referring .to herself and the 5 other teens.

The woman grabbed 6 red cloths as rags before she walked back in front of the teens "Alright, I have decided, rather than let you twiddle your little thumbs for the next hour,..." The woman started passing the red rags in front of the teens' desks. "We are going to use those thumbs to use...." The woman said as the teens look at her "We're gonna clean up around here...." The woman walked to the instruments

"We're gonna unpack, and we're gonna turn this storage room into a music room." The woman tried to be positive of the situation

The teens look at the woman as she continued

When the woman leaned down to open a black guitar case "I mean, we might as well make the best of it, right?" She started tearing up in sadness and pouting "We've been banished to the basement." She held the guitar as she frowned

She strummed for a bit as the teens look at her

Then she sighed.

When they heard a droning noise from the upper and the main level "Did you hear that?" She asked looking up at the ceiling a few times "Ooh." She was getting mad and frustrated

She set the guitar down before shes annoyed and mad

"You know what?" She looks at the teens annoyed yet mad "If they spent a fraction of what that new gymnasium cost to keep this music program alive, I–" She started screaming planning to go upstairs where more droning noise is been hearing from the main level causing her to be more alive as the teens continued to watch her "Ooh. That is it. THAT IS IT!" She said in frustration before all of a sudden the moment stop

"But if I'm gonna tell you this right, I need to go back to the beginning," Olivia said where it transitioned to the clock on the wall where next to it it was the USA flag hanging where the clock changes back.

"The morning it all began," Olivia said when the clock set 7:46 am where the clock rings.  

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