Lemonade Mouth 2: Back To The Start

One More Issue

Was I expecting my pouring out my feelings to work? Not really, but I am grateful to god that it did. Grandma always told me it's never good to keep things held in. It's nice that I finally understand what she means. After our reunion, Mo, Stella, and Charlie apparently marched into their executive's office and demanded that he sign all six of us and to make us a band again.

What was funny was that he said that he was planning on signing Scott, Wen, and I anyway. And was gonna hatch a plan himself to get us back together. At least we would've had a Plan-B incase my plan went sideways.

Well for the most part, everything was on track for Lemonade Mouth to begin their next chapter. But, there was still one issue we had to address.

Olivia, Mo, Charlie, Wen, Stella, and Scott stood in Principle Brenagade's office. He sat in his chair looking at them.

"So... you guys wanna actually come to school instead of "home schooling" yourself for a change, huh?" He said.

Olivia raised her hand. "In our defense, we were only out on leave, fully excused, for less then a month and have still managed to keep up with our work through our online classes."

Brenagade chuckled. "Well played." He sat up. "You guys can start back tomorrow."

Lemonade Mouth walked out the school together.

"Y'all know," Mo started. "I doubt we're gonna be able to perform much since we're gonna finish school."

Olivia sighed. "Yeah, but... now we have seven months to write music together when we're not doing school work."

"Honestly, it's probably gonna be some of the best music we've ever written." Wen said.

"I'm ready." Scott smiled.

"Same here." Stella added up. "We needed this break anyway."

Charlie scoffed. "Remember, we still have to do school work."

"Don't remind us." Wen said.

Honestly, we haven't been real high school students in like three years. It'll be nice to truly go back to the start this time. My friend's and I are better then ever, and only one thing could make it better.

I miss you more everytime I write, Dad. As i finish another letter to you I hope-

Olivia stopped writing her letter when her doorbell rang. "Huh, I was really in the groove."

"You want me to get it?" Scott yelled from upstairs.

"No. I got it." She yelled back as she put a hand through her hair as she walked up to the door and opened it. She found their tour bus driver outside their door. "Oh, hey! Honestly I wasn't expecting you but since you're here I have your last check for you. Come on in."

"Thank you." He smiled. "Uh, listen, there's something we gotta talk about."

"No yeah," She said. "We will probably not need a tour bus driver until around May. But, I called Connect 3, and their starting their comeback tour with Mitchie Torres and actually need a driver."

His eyes widened. "Wow, you didn't have to do that for me."

"Oh please." Olivia said. "It was no issue, David, we've made pretty annoying over the past couple of months. It was the least we can do." She smiled as she handed him the check.

He held the check in his hand and looked at the name on it.

David Whitehead it read.

He sighed. "It's me Olivia."

Olivia looked around slightly confised."Of course its you."

"No," he looked up. He took of the hat and sunglasses he always wore. And she got a good look at his face.

Which was a face she hasn't seen in years, but she recognized almost immediately.

"It's me, your Dad."