Prologue

Just a normal day, is all Charlie was asking for.

If he had a dollar for all the things that had gone wrong today, then maybe he wouldn't be an under paid architect anymore.

First, his design for Rapunzel's Tower for Shanghai Disneyland-Yeah, that's right. Disneyland-was ridiculed by his co-workers in this morning's open pitch meeting. He had worked on and off on that blueprint whenever he didn't have an in-city assignment for over a year, ever since his firm signed a deal with the Chinese representatives for Disney. But apparently what he thought were whimsical additions of flowered vines and moss were anything but whimsical; if he recalled correctly, Donna from the west wing referred to it as lame, tacky, and unoriginal.

Charlie had practically been laughed out of the conference room.

He didn't understand that logic in the slightest, because in his eyes, his design had been spot on. It perfectly captured the essence and magic the same tower from the animated movie had, while his structure and material stability had been almost flawless. But being fresh out of design school and the newly hired rookie at one of the most renowned architectural firms in the country didn't exactly scream; "Listen to me, I know what I'm doing."

He didn't know just how long it was going to take, or just what he was going to have to do, in order for his coworkers to stop looking at him as though he was an intern and start looking at him as an equal. Charlie sighed. He had been so happy to finally get out of high school, but now he felt like he was being roped right back in.

The dry cleaner's had apparently "misplaced" his suit, his lucky suit, and he's convinced that's why he didn't get his pitch didn't go well this morning. And not only that, but that mean old lady working the front counter had the nerve to tell him they were going to charge him extra for keeping his suit another week, even though they were the only who lost it in the first place.

Someone had the audacity to eat his leftover chicken alfredo from Olive Garden today during lunch, even though it was clearly marked with a lime green sticky note; Charlie. Not Jonathan, not Kenzie, but Charlie. So he was stuck eating the knock-off Doritos, because of course that was all that was left in the vending machine.

And, on top of everything, his Gram-Grams had passed away.

Okay, now he was just making things up. See what this city can do to a guy? Um, can anyone say sadistic?

But on a serious note, the reason he was currently walking the insanely scary streets of New York City (which he would never do, by the way, despite popular discretion saying it's faster and safer than driving. Talk about dangerous. He wasn't kidding when he said this city was sadistic) was because his front left tire currently had a large shard of glass stuck in it, because once you're finished with a glass bottle in this city, the obvious solution is to just throw it out into the road for people to drive over. (Again, why these streets are partially terrifying)

So he was waiting for AAA to come fix his little problem in a meter zone, so just to make sure he wouldn't get written up, he wrote the officer a kind, well written note to the officer explaining the situation and politely asking to not write him up because he was waiting for his car to be fixed, all complete with a smiley face. This didn't work though, since he had arrived just moments before a police officer lady was about to tow his car. After many, many minutes of begging her not to, the woman decided to just give him a ticket (despite his sweet and kind little note) as a warning.

Huh. Maybe there was still hope for this day after all.

In all honesty, the only thing getting him through this God awful day was knowing there was a bag full of donuts from the Chinese on the corner of Midtown waiting for hi-

Charlie suddenly stopped short, causing an older woman and her daughter to stumble right into him. He immediately stuttered with an apology, and ventured over to the edge of the walkway to keep out of other people's paths, beating his head against the glass window he stood against.

He had forgotten to order his food before leaving work.

He was wrong. There wasn't hope for this day. Not one little drop.

He stopped banging his head against the window, though, because there was no reason to give himself a headache, too. Something had caught his eye, though, as he lifted his head. There was a poster hanging in the window of the post office, and Charlie swears that's when it all started.

Well, started again.

Lemonade Mouth: Where Are They Now?

It was a picture of them, all five of them together on stage, but with question marks blanking out their faces. It had been almost a decade since their last tour, the year after they had all graduated from high school. The fans were in an uproar when they had announced they were going on a short hiatus, and rightfully so, since that "short" hiatus turned into a rather long hiatus, and then that turned into an even longer hiatus, so long that the inevitable happened and the band retired indefinitely.

All six of them loved their music-and each other-deeply, but life just continuously got in the way. Mo was accepted to Cornell at age 19, Wen got a full ride scholarship to some place in Colorado and took Olivia with him, Scott got a huge offer from and Stella...Well, Charlie hadn't heard from Stella in years. In fact, he hadn't heard from any of them in years.

Aside from the occasional Christmas card, with Olivia and Wen introducing little Giselle to the world, and learning about each other's lives from Facebook or Twitter, they'd hardly ever seen or heard from each other since Mo's graduation ceremony. It was a bit of a surprise to him that there were still fans out there who were waiting for them to revive the band, or go for a reboot or something.

Hey, if Full House can do it, they can too.

Charlie sighed, staring at the poster for another few seconds before going into the post office to grab his mail for the week, since he was already here. He kindly asked thanked the clerk for unlocking his designated box and handing him its contents, sifting through his variety of basically nothing important.

Bill.

Bill.

Bill.

But then Charlie came across something different, and furrowed his eyebrows as he stared at it in confusion.

Mohini Vati Banjaree

and

Scott Anthony Pickett

Joyfully invite you to share in their happiness as they unite in marriage

on

Saturday, the twelfth of June

Two Thousand Sixteen

At four in the afternoon

He felt his heart stop. No way. There was no possible way this was happening. Last he heard, Scott and Mo had broken up two years ago! How, in a million years, could Mo ever take that idiot back after what he did? She couldn't be that stupid, or desperate! This just had to be some kind of joke. Stella must be screwing with him after all these years, and just to prove it, he dialed the phone number on the bottom of the invitation to "RSVP". It rang and rang until...

Stella didn't answer the phone.

Charlie immediately scrambled to hang up, his heart beating a mile a minute. He stared at his phone with wide eyes, before letting out a dejected groan.

Because just like that, his day got even worse.

For the first time since 2012, I watched Lemonade Mouth on Netflix. I suddenly got all giddy, remembering how much I had loved this movie when I was younger, and decided to revise this story completely. I think everyone's going to like this version much, much better (I know I do) and I'm very grateful for the continuous support.

So Charlie grew up to be an architect after Lemonade Mouth broke up. He's very, very talented at it, but he's obviously struggling with the oppression of his creativity and imagination when working among his more experienced co-workers. I had forgotten how much of a cutie he was, what a sweetheart!

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