AN: Hello! I'm Jenson40, and I'm so excited to be contributing to the Lemonade Mouth fandom! I recently watched this movie again with a few of my friends after our own jam session (where we sang determinate) and I couldn't resist. I had to try my hand at a future fic about the band in the future. I hope you guys like it, and I apologize for any errors. Totally just finished and I didn't want to edit. I hope enjoy! I would love if you guys could give a few reviews if you think I should continue? That would be awesome!

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Where is Olivia White?

She first saw it in the check-out line at Kroger. The normally unchanging tabloids were riddled with lies and odds and ends, but this one caught her eye. Because it was her name. Thank God, she had been wearing a large hat and sunglasses because of the horrifying summer heat, but it still threw her for a loop.

On the cover were pictures of all of them. Lemonade Mouth. The last few pictures ever taken of them. They looked like hell. Each captioned with something different. 'Nearly twenty years ago, Wen Gifford was admitting himself into Rehab. Nearly twenty years ago, Stella Yamada was sighted walking out of an Alcoholics Anonymous meeting. Nearly twenty years ago, Mohini Banjaree had a mental break down. Nearly twenty years ago, Charlie Delgado went on sabbatical when pressures got too high. Fifteen years ago, Olivia White vanished.' All those captions accompanied with their pictures from then and now. Everyone looked better, healthier, happier. Besides her. Her picture was missing.

Olivia was snapped from her reverie as the cashier tiredly gave her the total of her groceries. Olivia didn't blame the poor kid, it was hotter than hades outside. As a last minute purchase, she threw the magazine down in front of the cashier, trying (and failing) to not look suspicious. Who was she kidding? She looked like a madwoman the way she launched the magazine into the cashier's arms, but she had to know. It was stupid, she hadn't seen them in years, but she had to know how they were doing.

Quickly, Olivia pushed her cart out of store, paranoid that anyone in this town would recognize her. She had lived here for nineteen years, it would be ridiculous if she did, but there was always something in the back of her mind. She had changed her name to her mother's maiden name, Johnson, in a way to better hide herself. Back then it had seemed necessary, but now it just seemed ludicrous.

Barely nineteen years ago, Olivia White had split from Lemonade Mouth. The child stars had lasted just over two years before things began going south. Stella was an alcoholic fool who could barely stand upright for sound checks. Mo was suffering from crippling anxiety that made it next to impossible for her to go on stage. Charlie was slowly crushing under the weight of being a heartthrob and his parents pestering him that because soccer didn't work out this had to. Scott had gotten into a motorcycle wreck after their first tour, leaving him in a coma. And Wen… Olivia's eyes stung with tears as she thought of him. He had changed most and worst of all. A cocaine addiction, brought along by some groupies, and no amount of pleading on Olivia's part could get him to quit. She begged and cried, but he looked through her as he took another hit.

The memories grew to vivid in the woman's mind, and she was forced to pull over. She glared at the magazine in her passenger seat. It was what brought back all these repressed memories and emotions. She couldn't believe she was giving into the tabloids. The very tabloids that had ruined her life years earlier. They hadn't been ready for fame, and the gossip columns only made their amounting problems worse. But how could she have thought she could run away from her problems forever. Only one person knew about her horrid past, her teaching partner Grace Wheeler.

Grace and Olivia had met fifteen years prior when Olivia took a choir directing job at West Meadow High School. She had moved to a flyover state in hopes that no one would look for her. She then changed her name while taking classes at IU. After four years, Olivia Johnson had a degree in music education. She found a growing, yet small, town where she could plant her roots. From there she became the second high school choir director for the ever growing classes. Grace had taken one look at Olivia and knew who she was immediately. After a few months of friendship, the subject was finally broached, and Olivia spilled it all out over a bottle of wine. Grace had taken her hand and promised to keep the secret safe with her.

Finally, Olivia was able to stop thinking about her early months and past failures to get her car started and headed for her home. She pulled into her driveway, annoyed to find every single window open. She had shut them all before going to the grocery store. She turned off her car, unsurprisingly hearing music coming from the piano room. The three cars pulled up to her curb indicated that the "band" was over. They loved opening the windows so that everyone on the surrounding streets knew they were playing.

The "band" was a group of kids in the community who tended to flock to Olivia's house during the summer and after school. They were known throughout West Meadow for their covers of famous country songs or other pop songs. They had yet to write a song for themselves, and Olivia wanted them to do anything but that. She loved these kids, and she didn't want them going through what she did at that age. She never gave an explanation, but when their leader mentioned it, Olivia immediately shot it down.

The blonde woman entered the kitchen to find one of the boys in the band, Jacob, eating a bowl of cereal. Jacob was a sweet kid who Olivia loved having around her house. He was a quiet one, who had befriended the pianist for the band in the sixth grade, they had been inseparable since then. Jacob smiled at her through a mouthful of cinnamon life, quickly slurping it down before standing to take the bags from his music teacher's hands. Olivia grinned, patting his arm affectionately. She never had a son, but if she had, she would have wanted him to be like Jacob.

"If you're gonna practice here, you need to get the groceries," Olivia told the rest of the band as she stepped into the piano room. The kids groaned. "There's a perfectly good piano at Rachel's and Autumn's and Parker's and Savannah's and Jacob's. Why do you insist to practice here?" she pointed out as one by one the kids filed from the room. All but one. "Hey, what'd I say?" Olivia tapped a mop of ruddy curls.

"You can't kick me out, I'm your kid," the girl muttered, flicking her fingers over the keys.

"I can kick them out…" Olivia sat on the bench beside her daughter. "What happened to those college applications you said you guys would be working on?" Her hand came up to caress the crown of her daughter's rouge hair.

Jacob stumbled into the room before the conversation could continue, face red from the heat and amount of groceries. "Wen, your mom got lemonade," he told the girl. Olivia watched the interaction between the two, unsure whether to smile or grimace. She hated when someone called Wendy "Wen," but it was inevitable. That's what she got for naming her daughter Gwendolyn then shortening it to Wendy. But, Olivia knew that Jacob hadn't a clue to the significance behind his friend's name. "Thanks, Ms. Johnson!" Jacob grabbed Wendy's hand, and Olivia knew that she couldn't ever really kick out her daughter's friends.

Once the two had left, Olivia placed her own fingers over the keys. She tapped out a familiarly haunting tune before slamming the top shut. She grabbed the magazine from her purse, bolted up the stairs without further warning. The curiosity was killing her, and she had barely locked the door before lying on her bed to read the article that was supposedly centered around her.

"'It came as a shock to us. She snapped one day, ran out of the hotel and never looked back,' Stella Yamada tells US about the mysterious disappearance of front woman Olivia White. 'She had been on edge more often than not, angry most days, sad others. She was gaunt and sickly by the end of that tour, and we couldn't do anything to bring her around.'

'It was a wake-up call for me," says Wen Gifford. "I had gotten into a rough crowd, and I knew Liv didn't like it all that much. I was a horrible boyfriend, hadn't even noticed the changes. Then one day she was screaming at me about ruining my life, ruining our life together. After she threw her key at me, I never saw her again. I hate myself everyday knowing that losing the love of my life was what it took for me to get the care I needed.'

'When Olivia left, I knew it was all over,' Mohini Banjaree continues. 'She was the heart and soul of Lemonade Mouth. If she couldn't pull us back to who we originally were, I don't know what could have. I remember that last night, her yelling about how we had changed. We weren't us anymore. We were products of child stardom, and we were not at all ready for the consequences that came with it.'" Olivia couldn't continue reading after Mo's comments.

She swiped at her tears, the only time in her life did she regret leaving the band. Obviously, her leaving had made a positive effect on all of them, herself included. She threw the magazine beneath her bed, refusing to let the past get to her. She listened instead to her daughter and friends' jam session downstairs, the good memories of her own band rolling over her in waves.

Listening to her daughter's friends playing covers, Olivia realized how much she had really missed her friends. But their lives kept moving on without her. The music was causing her too much heartache, so she climbed under her covers and flipped on the TV. Even the hilarity of a That '70s Show rerun couldn't keep her mind from wandering to the past. It really didn't help when she switched channels to see some afternoon talk show gabbing about the article.

"Oh, come on!"