A\N: It seems like all other lemon lover are hiding out here, so, if you permit me, I'll join you- at least until we get our own hideout.

And the Revolution Begins

"Good night, Albuquerque!" Stella's voice was loud, but it was nearly drowned out by the screaming of the fans.

The other band members leaned around Stella, waving, blowing kisses, shouting thank you as the security guards ushered the screaming fans out of the hallway

They stood and stared at each other for a few precious, quiet minutes. Ms. Reznik held her breath. Then pandemonium broke loose.

"I can't believe we did that!"

"We were awesome!"

"They loved us!"

Everyone was speaking at once, yelling, jumping, dancing the Macarena? Ms. Reznik briefly shut her eyes. When she opened them again, it was raining feathers.

Then music teacher cum band manager smiled and quietly left the dressing room. She'd let them celebrate. They would have to crash sooner or later.

One Hour Later…

"Tap, tap, tap, tap."

Mo's eye twitched.

"Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap."

"Stella!"

The girl in question raised her head.

"Yes, Mo."

"Stop it!"

"Eh."

Mo gritted her teeth, but thankfully, Stella had stopped tapping. After a pillow fight, random dancing, a game of tag, more random dancing, and three boxes of pizza, the band had finally crashed. At the moment, Charlie was balancing a chair on two legs, holding a piece of pizza in one hand, a vacant look on his face. She had bet Stella five bucks he would fall off. Wen was curled in a recliner, hugging a pillow to his chest, making soft breathing noises. Olivia sat at her dressing table, her head pillowed in her arms. Nothing, save an earthquake, would wake her up. Stella was hanging upside down on the couch, a veggie pizza slice hanging from one hand, the other tapping. Mo was curled up next to Scott's side on a couch; Scott had his arm around her shoulders and was sleeping.

"Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap."

"Alright, that's it."

In a sudden flurry of movement, Mo tackled Stella, who fell forward onto the floor, accidently knocking her foot on one of the legs of Charlie's chair. Charlie, caught off balance, fell backwards, hitting his head on the back of Wen's chair. Wen panicked and fell off of the chair onto the floor. Scott, awakened by the noise, jerked up and by some twist of fate, hit his head on a bookshelf. A book fell off of the shelf, hitting a bowling ball that rolled down the shelf, hitting another book that knocked down a toy racecar that wiped around its track until it hit a water jug. The rest of the band members watched in horror as the jug teetered precariously- right over a soundly sleeping Olivia. Slowly, slowly, it tipped, pouring its contents onto Olivia's head. It was this frozen tableau that Ms. Renzik found when she returned to the dressing room.