Lemonade Mouth Page #4

Let the music take you

Anywhere it wants to

Come on, come on

Turn up the music

Yeah

- That was so cool.

- That was awesome.

Oh, I'm really sorry.

We just started to, um...

- We were just...

- Shh. Shh.

- We weren't...

- I...

- Uh--

- Shh! Let me think. I need to think.

- You.

- Yeah, I'm just gonna sit down.

Olivia.

Olivia, you have a beautiful voice.

Aah! Ha, ha!

Your band, it's a gift.

- We're not a band.

- We don't even know each other.

You were meant to play together.

It's-- It's destiny. Oh, come on.

You don't have a moment like that

and just ignore it.

People, they-- They need to hear you.

Shoot. That'll show Brenigan.

That will show Brenigan.

That's it. Rising Star. Ah! Rising Star.

- Rising what?

- Rising Star.

It's a talent competition.

Winner gets a record deal.

And some serious air time.

Making tomorrow's stars today

Making to-- Making to--

Just think, you guys.

You can show everyone around here

that sports isn't the only thing that matters.

So. Hee-hee. What do you think?

You in?

- Pass.

- What?

It's ridiculous.

Okay.

I really can't. Between my AP classes

and violin lessons...

Yeah, I've-- I've got stuff.

Stuff.

Okay, well, then,

what about you, Olivia?

I don't sing.

Uh, we just heard you sing.

Well, yeah, but that wasn't real, like--

Like on a stage. I can't do that.

Oh, come on. Sure you can.

No, no, trust me, it wouldn't be pretty.

The last time I performed on-stage

was my first-grade recital.

Five minutes into "Baa, Baa, Black Sheep"

I threw up down Mikey Nichols' back.

Ha, ha. Yeah, I remember that.

That was hilarious.

No, it was humiliating.

I'm sorry, I can't.

Well, I--

I guess that counts me out, right?

Can't really enter a competition

with one man in a band.

You know, unless you're thinking

of a solo career.

Which I'd be happy to consider.

Guys, Mudslide Crush are entering.

We wouldn't have a shot.

He's right. They're amazing.

They're not that amazing.

Well, if we don't stand a chance

against these Mudslide guys,

then why bother, right?

Because, you said it yourself,

you deserve to be heard.

Gram?

Gram.

Hey. Oh, Olivia, sweetie.

- Hey.

- Ha, ha. Aw.

Oh, how's Nancy doing?

Oh, she still hasn't eaten.

Nance. Come here. You need to eat.

You need to eat, old girl.

Come on, girl. Come on. Look. Yum.

Hey there, buddy.

We're going out for a ride. Wanna come?

No, I don't like to ride.

- Yes, you do.

- No, I don't.

Come on, Wen. Since when

don't you like to ride your horse?

Come on, ladies.

We are going for a ride.

Charlie!

So?

How were soccer tryouts?

Well, um

they were...

- Great.

- Oh!

- It went-- It went great.

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