Very important disclaimer.
I do not claim any of the behavior of the characters in this story to be good or healthy, and I would not in a million years recommend to anyone to act or think the way they do. The relationships between the characters in this story can be considered unhealthy and even abusive.
Furthermore, the opinions expressed by Murdoc and Punk do not necessarily represent my own.
Prologue
Larry Garrison, a music journalist from a rather unknown Canadian magazine for hip hop music, pushed his slightly toned glasses up the bridge of his nose as he checked once again whether the audio was recording, before glancing again at the funky looking group of four people that sat on the leather sofa in front of him. He leaned back in his seat. "So when did you decide that the Gorillaz needed a rhythmic guitarist?"
Murdoc Niccals, the founder of this uprising band, lit himself a new cigarette, showing his shark teeth in a grin as his heterochromic eyes detected the "No smoking" sign, that actually only hung there to provoke the interviewees anyway. He cleared his throat with a disgusting sound before answering. "Y'know, uh, Garry Larrison..."
"Larry Garrison", Larry corrected him calmly. This did not happen for the first time.
"We never really did decide that beforehand", Niccals went on without paying any attention to his mistake. "We just saw Punk in that pub one night, doing this solo performance with her guitar, and I just thought, uh... That chick looks embarrassing as hell when she's up there all alone, you'd, you know, have to hide her in a band to make that guitar sound rad."
Larry unwillingly raised an eyebrow. It sounded like a weird excuse to him. And he could not look over the fact that in the music videos the band had released since the American girl Camille Morstan a.k.a. "Punk" had joined the band, he had noticed not only that she was a good guitarist, but also that she was barely twenty, skinny, had a grown up, pretty face and looked overall quite attractive. Well, at least if you liked mohawks, lots of piercings and an alternative style, which Larry did not doubt that Murdoc did. "May I ask where Punk is today?"
Stuart Pot, also known as 2D, singer and frontman of the band, even though in Larry's opinion way too shy for that role, breathed in to answer, but Murdoc would not let him. "She couldn't make it." For a second, something about his voice sounded harsher than usual. "Anyway, one of us, I think it was 2D, had the idea that our music could use some depth after all, so after her performance I went up to her all nicely and..."
"He told her her music was shitty", Russel Hobbs, the drummer, explained ill-humouredly. "And that she probably was the result of a broken condom. That she was a failure who had just embarrassed herself in front of a whole crowd, and that he had been cringing the whole time because her performance was so bad. And that her only chance of becoming anything more than garbage was to join his band."
Larry felt his face going cold as he saw that innocent and absolutely not innocent smile appearing on Murdoc's lips. What a sympathetic fellow that guy was.
"Luckily, Punk wasn' really impressed", 2D explained in his high voice, that seemed to be always breaking, even though he had probably gotten out of puberty years ago. "Actually, she said dat she would've joined Gorillaz wif or wifout dat weird introduction."
"Unnecessary, but fun", Murdoc said, flicking his cigarette to the other end of the room, leaving a stain of ashes on the wallpaper.
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