I see you in the streets and you walk on by, your on the street, I see you when you walk on by. Yeah. That songs in my head right now. So I recorded Lemonade Mouth and I'm trying to watch it right now but my dad is hogging the remote so... yeah.

Anyways, this is the first chapter of the sequel to Spotlight! Isn't that nice! No? Ah, fine, your loss. Any who, let's get on with the story shall we! This takes place a couple months after. So the band is in 10th grade now, almost in 11th. Yeah, far foward, but you'll see why later.

Disclaimer: Don't own Lemonade Mouth.

Chapter 1: I Remember You
Olivia's POV

White light. Or, that's what I think it is. I'm not sure. I can't open my eyes. Wait, why can't I open my eyes! There was a beeping sound somewhere far off, what is it? And what was grabbing onto my hand? It felt warmer than the rest of my body, like someone was holding onto it for a long time.

"Olivia?" I heard someone whisper. Who was it? Was I going insane? Wait, who was Olivia? Is that me? No, that's not me. My name is... wait, what was my name! Why can't I remember my name!

Suddenly I was shooting up right, sitting up with eyes wide open. The first thing I saw was a white looking room with a awkward looking plant in it. Then I saw a monitor that was beeing like mad. Which I was apparently hooked up to.

Something squeezed my right hand and I turned slowly. There was a guy with red hair and blue eyes and freckles covering some of his face. He was very cute, and I couldn't help but smile at him. His eyes were shining and he sat up straighter in his chair. He suddenly leaped up and threw his arms around me.

Well, I wasn't complaining. I giggled and patted his back. Wait, why was I doing this? I shouldn't trust people so easily. But why did it feel like I already knew him? "Oh, Livy. I thought I lost you. You've been out for eleven months now. Wait, I'll go get a nurse. Just, stay right there." He said hurriedly, jumping off the bed and running out the door.

Odd.

I looked back around the room and saw a whole bunch of cards and balloons. I reached over and picked one up, reading it.

Dear Olivia,

Hey, it's Stella. So I'm not really sure why I'm writing to you about this and all, but I just needed someone to talk to who won't judge me. Well, you can't anyways because, well, you know. But anyways, I need to tell you something. I'm dating Ray Beech. Yeah, I know. I mean, he was a jerk to us and and the band and all, but once I got to actually know him... He's just... ugh, you know. He's pretty much perfect. Just like how you and We-"

"Olivia! I see your awake!" A tall male said, walking into the room. I quickly put the card back on the table. Alright, so apparently I was Olivia. Now who was this Stella? And what was she talking about? Who was Ray Beech? Wait a second... I think I remember him... why do I think I remember him? Where was the red head?

Suddenly he was back in the room. I sighed a little bit. He came back over and sat on the chair, taking my hand again. The doctor, hopefully, then came over and tilted my head up, putting a flashlight in my eyes. Um, ow?

"Still a little cloudy. Should be fine in a couple of hours. Now, Olivia. Can you tell me what day it is?" he asked me. Um... I just looked at him. He nodded his head. "What do you remember? Anything?"

Remember what? Alright doc, here's a clue. I didn't even know my own name. Can you figure out the rest? I just shook my head. He sighed, looking at the other guy.

"I don't think she remembers anything."

"Olivia," the younger one said. His grip on me tightened. I felt nervous all of a sudden. Who was he? Who was I? Why couldn't I remember anything?

"Who are you?" I whispered. He turned his head away from me, and towards the doctor. Then he nodded. The doctor walked out the door. He then looked back at me, releasing my hand. He couldn't do that. I made a sound in the back of my throat and he paused, smiling slightly and his hand grabbed onto mine again.

"Who are you?" I said, much less quieter. He looked like he was in pain. Had I done something wrong?

"You don't remember me, don't you." He said, not in a question but more like a statement. I just nodded slightly.

He looked confused. He ran his hand threw his hair, messing it up even more. "I'm Wen."

"Nice to meet you," I said without thinking. He chuckled, shaking his head.

"We've already met. I knew you since the first grade," he said. It looked like he wanted to say more, but he didn't.

"I'm Olivia, right?" I asked, unsure. That's what everyone was calling me. First Wen, then this Stella person and now the doctor.

"Yeah. Olivia Leigh White." He said as if it was normal. Maybe it was normal. What was he doing here? He must know me or something...

"Why are you here?" I asked, my voice becoming stronger. And these lights, ugh. They were annoying me. Too bright. He looked confused for a second, then his expression smoothened.

"Well, if I'm going to tell you that, then I might as well tell you the whole story," he said, taking out his phone from his pocket. I could have sworn that his screensaver was a picture of both of us, but I mean, it could have been anybody... right? And why was he taking out his phone in the first place? "What are you doing?"

"Calling the band." Was all he said. I didn't ask any more questions about that. I was in a band? Or was he just in it? We're they really popular? I shook my head, to many thoughts, so little time.

He looked at me and leaned in closer, squeezing my hand. "You're in the band with us. It's called Lemonade Mouth," he said. Wait, where have I heard that before? The band... was it the one that this Stella person was talking about? If she knew about it, then she must be in it too, right?

I cut him off before he could say anything else. "Is Stella in the band?"

"You remember Stella?"

"No, but she was the one that wrote that card. And something about a Ray Beech. Do I know him? He sounds familiar."

He looked angry at that. Had I said something wrong? "So she remembers Ray but she can't remember her own-" he started mumbling, but some kid came running down the hallway, screaming as parents started running after him. Run kid, get out of this place before you die of toxic fumes and bright lights.

Wen sighed. "Anyways, yes you know Ray. He is now dating Stella, your friend. He used to be a jerk to us, but now at least it's getting a little bit better. He's actually the one who somewhat gave us our band name. But moving on. We were going to our next big gig, and it was snowing pretty badly. You and I were sitting in the front seat, me driving, and a car came around the corner and didn't stop. He said it was because the roads were to icy and his breaks didn't work. I tried to swerve to get out of the way, but it was too late. He had hit the side of the car that you were sitting on."

I looked down and noticed that I had some scrapes and bandages all on me. Why hadn't I noticed that before! "The rest of the band was fine, I was in here 'cuz I hit my head also, and was in a concussion for two months, but I finally came through. And then I noticed that you weren't with the rest of the band when I woke up."

He noticed I was gone? Well, why me? Maybe the band was small? "Who does the band have in it? Are they all our friends?"

"Yeah. There's me, Stella, Mo, Charlie, and you. Well, then there is Scott, who Mo is dating, and I guess later on we have to add Ray in. That is, if Stella keeps him around for that long, which is what it looks like." He said. When he mentioned Ray's name, anger flashed in his eyed.

Suddenly a vision of somewhat hit me, and it was with me, Ray, and Wen and then other people that I didn't know. They were kind of fuzzy, but I could clearly tell what they looked like. It looked like we were standing in a cafateria of some sorts, and we were in a fight. Wen was standing next to me, almost infront of me.

A girl with short hair drank some lemonade, and then spit it out all over Ray. Suddenly a guy on a weird scooter thing came riding over and Ray explained what had happenend, calling us all, "Lemonade Mouth."

"I remember whe he gave us the name." I said. Wen looked somewhat happy, but then he frowned. It dissapeared quickly though.

"That's good. The doctors think that you'll regain your memory back slowly, but maybe not." He said, looking down at our intwined hands. Did he feel what I was feeling? This, spark, or connection we were having? Maybe it was just me, being the freak I am.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Anything."

"If I'm in a band, then why aren't any of the other members here also? Why were you the only one to stay?" I asked. He stared right into my eyes.

"Okay, you might not believe this, and it, I don't know, may freak you out. But me and you, we've been da-"

"OLIVIA!"

Wow, Wen get's cut off a lot. So, how'd you like it so far? I'm basing this off of what happenend to me a couple years ago. I think two? Well, I'm not sure what happenend but I woke up in the hospital and I couldn't remember anything. I freaked out when my brother gave me a hug. And then I think he was trying to convince me that I was the president, but that's for a later story...

So yeah, leave me something to know either if you enjoyed it or not! I can't wait to hear from you all again!

-May