A/n Ok So if you are reading this it means I got brave and posted. I gave you all a preview on a songfic turned story that I wrote and now I'm posting the full first chapter. If you haven't read my songfic I was told it is good so I recomend you read it. Thanks! R&R!

Disclaimer: I, Booklover51089, do not own Disney's Lemonade mouth or the novel written by Mark Peter Hughes. All ownership goes to Disney studios, Mark Peter Hughes and any associates I am unaware of. I am doing this simply for my own enjoyment and the enjoyment of others. I made no profit out of this.

Poets geniuses revolutionaries …

These were the first words of the first letter I sent to my dad, well after Dear Dad, of course, and that letter, with those words, were the last thing he ever read.

I got the call after the performance, the one at Madison Square Garden. We were in the hotel, the 10 room penthouse suite that our producers had gotten us. I remember the feeling perfectly. The joy rushing from my body, only to be replaced by sadness and confusion. I remember that night like I was 10 minutes ago…

"LEMONADE!" The six of us shouted, holding up our Mel's. We all simultaneously took a drink of the sour beverage, and the laughed at the others faces.

"That was awesome!" Scott said slinging his arm around Mo.

"Amazing!" Charlie agreed. There was a sharp nock the beat of turn up the music. "That will Victoria" Charlie said heading to answer the door for his girlfriend. She was sorta' a groupie in a non-creepy way. She walked in and told us all how great we did and gave all of us hugs. Then one by one we sat and started just talking or sitting and listening. I was sitting next to Wen he looked over at me once and caught me staring. I blushed and stared at a now very interesting carpet. That's when determinate started blasting through the room.

"Sorry that's my phone." I murmured. I looked at the screen Mesa, New Mexico. "Um… I'm going to take this." I said smiling. I stood and walked to the other side of the room. "Hello," I answered the rest of the group's conversation picked up again.

"Yes hello. This is Captain Rose from the Mesa prison. I'm calling for Olivia white I need to speak to her about her father." A woman's voice said. I tensed slightly, I always found it hard dealing with things that have to do with my dad. "Can I speak to her?"

"She's speaking. What is it?" I said quickly and more quietly than before.

"Well, Miss White. I have some bad news." I felt the blood rush from my face. "In fact you might want to sit down for…"

"What happened to him?" I interrupted.

"Miss…"

"What happened?" I demanded. The group in the room got quite. I waited for Captain Rose's answer.

I heard her sigh. "He died…" she said more but I didn't hear it. My phone dropped from my hand and hit the ground. I sorta saw Wen get up, out of the corner of my eye, followed closely by Stella and Mo. They said something but I didn't hear as Charlie and Scott stood Wen reached me and put a hand on my shoulder trying to figure out what was wrong. I couldn't meet his eye. I pushed pass him and ran out the door. I took the stairs down. I saw the floor numbers rushing by. Once I reached floor 14 I couldn't take it anymore. I collapsed. Just sat there sobbing I was still in my clothes from the concert. I hadn't had time to change in the craziness of it all. It was being ruined by the mascara now. I sat there for who knows how long, before Wen had the sense to check the stair well. He found me there looking worse than I had the day Nancy died.

He wrapped his arms round me in a comforting way and said "It will all be ok." Even though he didn't even know what "it" was and it would never be ok. After I stopped crying on his shoulder, he texted Mo, Stella, Scott, Victoria, and Charlie where we were. Once they got there I told everyone what happened and they all sat there with me until. I felt good enough to get up and go back up stairs. We took the elevator back up in silence, me fighting tears. When I got upstairs I grabbed my phone from where it sat on the ground. I checked the call history to know how to reach captain rose than told everyone I was tired and headed toured my room after good nights from everyone and a long lingering hug from Wen.

I cried myself to sleep that night wishing for one thing, just simply for it all to get better.