I promised a variety of people that I would post some of my work and here it is as you all asked. I'd personally like to thank Whatsitaboutsag and Trickypixie on for putting up with my constant begging to post new chapters of their stuff. If you love Gorillaz but wish for more chapters, check out their stuff.
The story follows chronologically with The Rise of the Ogre, the official book of Gorillaz up to the end of Phase II. If you want to follow along, check that out.
(BTW: This is a fun story gone romance.)
It all starts with a girl named Destiny Brooks. She starts out as an 8-year-old, but she has AMAZING talents. She grew up with her twin brother, but after it was discovered that they've been taught to play every instrument in the world, her brother Derrick is put into the music world titled The Child Prodigy. They toured the world together as Derrick played the various instruments under his manager/guardian for the both, Mr. Martoche (Pronounced Mar-too-chi).
Then, Derrick suddenly passes and now Destiny regretfully has to take his place. (Picture Rose from Titanic. Hating the world of richness)
We begin in London where Destiny shall be performing for the Queen. Or so was planned.
'Where is she?!' Mr. Martoche asked himself walking about the large palace. It was close to when she would perform, and Mr. Martoche was becoming very impatient. The formally dressed guests were standing among the grand hall chatting and drinking fancy elixirs as they wait for the Queen and her. Mr. Martoche asks them to wait a little longer and walks into the kitchen.
He found a waiter and asks, "Do you have any idea where she could be?"
Unfortunately, he shrugs. "Maybe out back? I saw her come in a few minutes ago. She was conversing to some of the chefs and left with an apple." This makes sense, because she loved apples.
Mr. Martoche walked out the back of the kitchen to a brightly lit hallway. Large plants lined the yellow tinted walls from the large chandlers that gave the length an eerie glow.
When I find that girl, I swear I will-
CRUNCH! The sound of an apple being bitten into. It came from between two plants that were awkwardly pulled together too close.
He knew he had her cornered.
Smiling in victory, he walked close to the plant and parted its leaves. "Ah, there you are!"
Destiny's small body sat against the wall where she sat and played with her Walkman. The new light made her vision a bit blurry, but she glared knowing why her manager was here.
"What do you think you are doing?" He asked, but she shrugged and avoided looking at him. He waved his hand to come out with displeased eyes. Destiny crawled out and jumped up straight in front him.
He was still frowning. "What happened to your pretty dress?" He asked when he noticed she was dressed in her regular outfit; a hoodie, jeans, sneakers, and her beloved knit winter hat.
She shrugged again, tilting her head and raising an eyebrow curiously.
Mr. Martoche rolled his eyes. "Destiny, I know perfectly well you can speak English. Besides, you must communicate with our guests!" Destiny opens her mouth wide, smiling.
Mr. Martoche shakes his head in disgust and pushed his glasses up. Destiny watched as he walked back towards the kitchen. "Once you've dressed, I expect you to be out there AND bring your manners. The Queen will not wait for you any longer." And so he left the hallway.
(Destiny's POV)
I closed my mouth and regained my bored stare after "Mr. Manners" left. At least that's what I call him. Dumb Manager. Dumb brother! Had to go and leave me to play "Child Prodigy" for him because life would just stop if a kid wasn't put on display for the world to see. Oh well; nothing I can do about it now. I shoved my Walkman under my hat and walked back down the hall to my room. Mr. Manners was awarded a whole two floors of the Queen's palace so that he introduce the new "This is the new Child Prodigy" tour with an appointed first stop for the Queen herself. It's all bogus in my eyes.
When I entered said room, I used the key that I stole from my manager's stuff and was greeted by various musical cases left open. My instruments were obviously already set up downstairs, but I refused to play them. This was my 5th attempt at putting my foot down. I DO NOT want to go on another tour! It sickens me! I've done it far too many times with my brother and luckily I wasn't the one being forced to play!
Well, if I don't play the kick-off concert, then maybe there won't be anything to kick-off, right?
Laid out on my bed was the white-flowered child's dress that I refused to wear. I made a face and locked the bedroom door. Taking out my player again, I turned on the CD inside and let it spin as I drifted off to a nap.
It was 5 pm. The concert should have been well over by now. Sharp and loud knocks pounded on my door, so I was guessing it was Mr. Do as I Say, Manners coming to rat me out.
I took off the headphones and walked to the door as the loud raps continued. "ALRIGHT ALREADY!" I wanted to scream, but I was mad at him. I don't speak to the person who I'm angry at.
I opened the door and was instantly blinded by a brown sack, lifting me off my feet.
'Wha-What the Heck!?'
"Hey! What're you doing?! Let me go! HELP!" I struggled in the bag and heard shouts coming from whoever caught me. I was too panicked to know what they were saying. "Let me go! Help! Help! Somebody help me out of here!" I heard doors, footsteps, and finally a car speeding away. And I was in it.
Thanks for reading. Follow the story and review if you'd like. To see artwork that I've made for Gorillaz and the story, watch gogorillazgone on Deviantart
