((Okay, I can't very well write British accents with the greatest ease, so until I get a real feel for the characters, just insert the accents where necessary. I've been trying to speak with a British accent so I can get a feel for it. I'm trying though. So maybe it'll be better before you know it! I've never written with accents before, so you'll have to bear with me okay guys? Thanks a mill. – 2-D Channy))

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Disclaimer: I do NOT own the Gorillaz, the Search for a Star contest or Kong Studios. They are the property of their creators and I gain no royalties from this so please don't sue me. I'm just a silly fan-girl who writes fan-fiction, I'm not even a legal adult. Again, I do not own the Gorillaz, Search for a Star or Kong Studios…Thank God.

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Ha! I have started another fan-fic! O.o Be very, very afraid. Yes, I hope you people have seen the Search for a Star contest on other wise this will make little to no sense. If you haven't gone to see it, go and listen to the Gorillaz comments. They are TOO funny. They make me smile P There's not a lot of Gorillaz fics out there so I thought 'Well, let's add one more to the roster' o.- Anyways….moo.

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"Come on, we're gonna be late!"

Crowds of people moved out of the way, be it by their own free will or not, as four teenagers ran through the busy London streets. All four teenagers carried instruments, amps and the like. All of them were out of breath and their faces were flushed as they continued their trek.

At the head of the group, was a girl with blonde hair and a dead eye. Not dead as in unfocused, or uncaring, not too light nor too dark. Black. An accident had damaged the eye and it appeared black, like a gaping hole in her face. Her other eye, she kept covered with her blonde hair. She was a rather average looking girl, but also kind of eerie at the same time. Most people blamed it on her eye. No one really knew if her other eye was like that, she never gave people the opportunity to see it. Her limbs were long, and she looked almost gangly and disproportionate as she carried the keyboard on her back in its sling. As she scurried past, people snickered that she weighed as much as the keyboard. She was a terribly small thing after all. She always had been. She blamed an overactive metabolism because she ate most of the time but never gained an ounce. On the other hand, Rice cakes don't exactly add much body weight to a person.

Following her was another thin lanky girl with pink bangs and lengthy black hair. Her ruddy eyes were hidden mostly under her pink bangs, giving her a fierce appearance; like she was always mad. She was a little more solidly built than the girl with the keyboard, the outline of an almost athletic appearance showing through her black clothing. She carried a bass in its case at her side and a cigarette in her mouth. She was almost sneering with agitation, her fang-like teeth frightening many of the people with weaker constitutions. People refused to comment on her though, afraid that she might make them meet the small amp she carried in her left hand personally.

Behind this girl, another one, slightly smaller in stature, with purple hair that faded to black at the tips followed. She had a set of drumsticks in her pocket, a bass drum on her back and a snare in her arms. Her hair was short, barely brushing her shoulders as she jogged down the busy thoroughfare behind the first two girls. Some people snickered and some protested as the girl walked past, smacking some people with the large bass drum strapped to her back. She had on headsets and didn't hear the rude comments made at her. She stopped a moment, and waited for the last member of their crew.

Catching up to the drummer girl, a young woman with honey blonde hair smiled. Her eyes were a startling blue and she seemed to be the most normal of the quartet. She carried an electric guitar and an amp in her hands and on her back, she carried a back pack with random cords poking out of it. Her hair was a medium length and she was normal in build. People stared confused as she followed the first three oddities, wondering what she was doing with them. Soon, all four stood in front of the infamous Kong Studios.

"Well mates….here's our chance," The blonde girl with the dead eye said, a soft British accent peppering her voice. She smiled and shifted the weight of her keyboard on her back. Placing a hand on the doorknob, she paused for a moment, and stole a look back at her band mates. All of them (including herself) were flushed and panting, and their eyes shown with a happy anxiety. She grinned back at them and spun back to the door again, turning the knob and opening the door to where their dreams lay.

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Exhausted, annoyed, fed up and fried, the members of Gorillaz stared as one of the unfortunates who failed to appease them walked off of the stage.

"Oh…ass…..fucking hell that was ass," Murdoc said in his gruff voice. (I'll give muffins to anyone who recognizes that .) He gnawed at the end of his cigarette and drummed his fingers on the table agitatedly. Noodle had her head resting on the table in front of her, muttering in Japanese as she did so. She held a pen in her hand and the pad on which she was supposed to write her comments was covered in doodles and the random note was jotted down here and there. Most of the notes weren't good. Russel had his head resting on one of his big hands and he seemed a little tired. His blank, white eyes were half closed and he scribbled down another note on the last person they had seen. He was probably the only one who was keeping accurate notes on the contestants in their 'Search for a Star' contest. A few more names were on the list; ten to be exact. Around four of the names were small marks to indicate they were to perform as a whole. Most of the members seemed to be awake or half asleep. 2-D on the other hand, seemed comatose. His body looked completely limp and his head was lent back against the chair, his mouth was slightly open. He'd make small almost snoring noises as he laid there and his white bucket hat was pulled down over his eyes. Russel finished recording his note and looked over to the vocalist.

"Hey D, you still with us man?" He asked, nudging 2-D in the shoulder. The front man closed his mouth and it twisted in a grimace. He lifted his hand up and batted away Russel's.

"Shut your gob, I'm awake," 2-D verified. He sat up and rubbed his neck while fixing his hat. He put his elbows on the table and held his head up.

"I've just got one hell of a migraine. Can we go home yet? This is really boooooring," 2-D asked, stretching the last word to let Russel know how bored he truly was. 2-D began rubbing his temples.

"Not yet D. We've still got seven more acts to see," Russel said looking at the preview sheet for the day. 2-D groaned and looked down at the list. He paused for a second. His migraine couldn't be that bad…maybe he heard Russel wrong.

"How many again mate?"2-D asked, fishing out his bag of multi-coloured pills and popping two blue and red ones into his mouth.

"Seven," Russel repeated as 2-D took a swig of water. 2-D almost spit his water back into its glass. He grabbed the list and blinked his black eyes a few times.

"Did I miss somefink?" 2-D asked bewildered. The excitement woke Noodle and she looked up at the confused, blue haired man and muttered to herself. 2-D looked down to Noodle and almost absent mindedly said, "Sorry Noodle, love." He turned back to Russel and waited for an answer.

"Naw, man. Four of them are performing as a whole. A group ya know," Russel corrected.

"Oh," was all that 2-D had to say. He calmed down immensely and tilted his head back again. His hand pulled the white bucket hat back down over his eyes.

"Do we know the band's name?" He asked. Russel shook his head 'no' and Murdoc gave one of his odd grumbles.

"Wankers," Murdoc said. 2-D looked at him for a moment, lifting up the brim of his hat.

"Are you serious?" He asked. Murdoc simply gave a dark laugh and said no more. 2-D stared a little longer dumbfounded. After a few minutes, he waved it off as one of Murdoc's jokes that were lost on everyone except for Murdoc. 2-D pulled down the brim of his hat again and waved his hand.

"Next!"

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The blonde haired girl looked up at the ceiling with her black eye, her fingers unconsciously going over the fingerings on the keys of her keyboard which was spread across her lap. She seemed devoid of consciousness as she stared at the ceiling. Inside, she was counting the seconds until they could perform for probably one of their collectively favorite bands. The girl with the black hair and pink bangs watched her for a moment.

"Oi…Sarah?" She said looking down at her nails and chipping off more of the dark purple nail polish that was already mostly gone on them. The blonde girl reacted to her name and her attention was drawn away from the ceiling to the almost pink haired girl.

"What do you want you todger?" She asked in her slightly accented voice. The girl with the pink bangs looked up with her reddish eyes and scoffed.

"I was just making sure you were still with us mate. You looked lost," she said, returning her eyes to her fingernails.

"Oh," she managed before returning her gaze back to the ceiling, "Thanks Meg." The other two girls watched silently for a moment then turned to one another.

"Sandi I think they've lost it," the girl with the purple and black hair commented, twirling a green pick over in her hands. Sandi smiled at the guitarist and nodded.

"Kirishi, I think you're right," she said, untangling the great black mass of cords in her lap. She was on the last knot now, just two amp cords left to untangle and they'd be fine when their audition came.

How many people left before it was their turn? There had been six acts in front of them when they arrived…and they'd been here for what felt like a small eternity. Sarah looked around the room. Two, there were two more people in front of them. Correction: one person was left. Another dejected soul walked out of the audition room and another person was called in. As the group of girls watched the next contestant go in, all of their stomachs lurched and they returned their attentions to tuning their instruments and going over last minute preparations. The only one that seemed remotely calm was Meg. She sat there just picking the nail polish on her fingernails and muttering things about Gorillaz famed bassist, Murdoc. Occasionally, Sarah would look over to her kind of annoyed and then go back to running over the keys on her keyboard. After a few minutes, the contestant walked out gloomily and the last one before their turn went in. All four of them stared at the door for a long time, and then they all gathered up their things. They all loitered about the door until they heard shouting.

"What do you mean no good?" The person who had gone in last looked like a Barbie doll clone all decked out in pink…fluffy…stuff.

"I mean you're rancid and possibly mentally ill" All four girls recognized that voice - Murdoc.

"What?" - The Barbie doll wannabe.

"I think it was pretty clear what he said. Yo cracka ass is no good" - The drummer, Russel

"Yeah, that was the weirdest thing think I have ever seen" - Sarah's heart skipped a beat at this one, it was 2-D.

"You no good," - that cute voice could only be Noodle.

All four girls backed away from the doors as they heard the clip-clap of an angry drama queen approaching.

"Well you know what! You're all absolutely terrible! I wouldn't pay you to do a show! And I wouldn't pay anyone to see it either! I hope you all burn in puss spewing blood gutted hell!" The diva screamed as she barged out of the audition room, slamming both doors open, then clip-clapping her way to the entrance of Kong Studios. She gave one last prissy 'humph' and barged out of the lobby, still degrading the name of Gorillaz and all who actually listened to their music. The four girls stared in disgusted wonderment at the pink posh prissy princess. All four turned their attention to the secretary who smiled warmly…for a demon is was a warm smile anyways.

"Go on in," is said in a squeaky voice. The girls paused for a second and then they turned to the door when they heard 2-D shout, "Next!" The girls looked at one another and told each other to 'break a leg' and Sarah put her hand on the door and pushed it open.

It was a big, bare room that was brightly lit. The four girls walked out into the room and all of their hearts skipped a beat when they saw the four band members sitting there. All of them looked distressed, bored and a little agitated from their last pitiable contender. All four girls took a collective gulp and began setting up their equipment.

"Ohhh, look at the little ragamuffins," Murdoc said twirling an unlit cigarette in his fingers. Meg looked up and caught his eyes with her own and he gave a low growl.

"You want to sample a portion of this?" he asked then trailed it with an odd laugh. Meg looked up at him again and scoffed.

"And if I did?" She shot back at him. Sarah rolled her eyes. She KNEW that Meg did, but she continued setting up her key board. Murdoc again trailed off with one of his odd laughs and slunk down into his seat. 2-D again looked comatose. Noodle watched everything with interested eyes. Russel seemed to be drawing evil stick figures next to the previous name on the list. Soon all four girls were set up and they stood there for a moment waiting. All four Gorillaz members seemed to have lost their enthusiasm. The girls stood there for a moment and then Sarah cleared her throat. The first one to look up was 2-D.

"What? Play, amuse us. Go on, go on," he said. The other members were revived while he talked. Sarah stood there mouth agape. She lost a lot of respect for 2-D at that moment.

"We're not here to amuse you. We're doing this for us," she said. She looked to her other band members and nodded. Kirishi started up with the drums and then Meg began with the bass line. They were playing 'Tomorrow Comes Today'. Sarah had her keyboard to the side and hit the notes without even looking at it. Sarah began the vocals. 2-D sat there almost amazed. Her voice was chillingly haunting and yet pleasant all at once. All of their movements seemed to link up to create a sound more ethereal than theirs, but it still held the originality of the song. When they finished, all eight people in the room seemed to come out of a trance. The girls sat there in silence and waited for a response.

"You know I actually liked that?" Murdoc said. The four girls all smiled. Hard ass Murdoc liked what they did with one of their songs? Amazing! Next, four sets of eyes turned to Russel.

"Man that was….that was unlike anything I have EVER seen before…in my whole damn life."

2-D still looked a little too dumbfounded to say anything so they skipped over him and turned to Noodle who was teeming with excitement.

"You are amazing! You take music and make it alive with new soul," she said quickly. At the end a random stream of Japanese followed. Then, it was the deciding moment. All eyes were on 2-D. Everyone was totally silent and still for a few moments. Suddenly, 2-D stood up, his chair clattering to the floor. His black eyes were wide with excitement and he was flailing about like a monkey on acid.

"Yeah! Yeah! Sign this one! Sign this one! Sign this—they're brilliant! Sign this—yeah! Yeah I like them! Murdoc did ya see that? Ya see that?" 2-D shouted. The four girls stood there amazed.

"Did….did you just say….sign us?" Kirishi asked amazed holding out one of her drumsticks. Sandi's pick dropped with a clink to the ground and Meg let her bass hang by the strap from her neck. Sarah walked forward and was right to the edge of the table.

"You mean it?" she asked excitedly. 2-D met her black eye with his two and smiled.

"Yes! Get the manager of the phone we've found our band!" 2-D yelled at Murdoc. Murdoc growled at him and pulled out a cell phone. Hollers went out from the rest of the girls and Sarah stood there with a look of shock on her face. Noodle and Russel stood up to talk with one another about how glad they were that the search was over. Underneath the hubbub, 2-D smiled at Sarah and leaned over and talked out the few details with her.

"So what's your bands name?" 2-D asked her. Sarah blinked and then stuttered over a few words for a moment.

"We uhh….We-we-we-we-we-we don't have a name. We just are," Sarah said and gave 2-D a rather goofy smile. 2-D laughed and patted her on the shoulder.

"Then how do you like the name 'Just Are'? I think that name fits you lot well," 2-D laughed out. Sarah chuckled for a second and turned around. She threw her arms out to get her band mates attention.

"Oi Mates! 'Just Are'? You lot like that name?" she asked. The girls nodded in agreement and made sounds of approval. Sarah smiled and turned back to the fellow vocalist.

"Yeah! That's out name. Just Are! We Just Are!" She said happily, giving 2-D another one of her famous goofy smiles and laughed a little bit. 2-D laughed again and walked around the table. He threw his arm around Sarah's shoulders and brought her in close.

"And what is your real names mate?" 2-D asked. Sarah again stuttered over her words for a moment and then she eventually got it right.

"I'm Sarah, the front woman. Meg's the bassist, Kirishi is the drummer and Sandi is the guitarist," she said. There was something about being so close to one of her two idols and having them ask about her band, it was exhilarating. She found herself giving her goofy smile more than normal.

"Charming smile by the way, a good smile will get you far or somefink like that," 2-D had said laughingly, knowing his smile wasn't one of the best. Sarah nodded and laughed.

Gorillaz and Just Are stayed at Kong studio for most of the night. Signing and initialing papers, giving raw samples of their talents with each of the Gorillaz members, just to see what they had to work with. After a few hours, the members of Just Are met up outside of Kong studios. The three younger girls all stared at the oldest, Meg, as she walked outside who looked a little different than when she entered. Sarah rolled her eyes. The trading of bass lines her ass. Sarah knew what went on behind closed doors when two randy bass players where together. Sarah was afraid that she was the only one who knew what had just happened, but if she wasn't she prayed that at least the younglings, Noodle and Kirishi, didn't catch on. Sarah rolled her eyes and put her hand on her forehead. Soon, all four girls stood by themselves outside of Kong studios. The night air of London seemed warm and inviting. Sarah realized she had not gotten her chance to scream tonight. She threw her arms wide and turned her face upward.

"Yes!" She screamed. She spun around once and then stopped looking at Kong Studios. She smiled large and then screamed at the top of her lungs, unsure if anyone inside could hear her, "Thank you!" She laughed and another one of her goofy smiles was plastered to her face. Kirishi came up in front of her and looked her in the eyes.

"Sarah, you alright?" she asked the tall blonde with the black eye. Sarah nodded and turned about face, walking down the sidewalk. It was a victory trot if ever there was one.

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Hmm, what will happen to our group of musicians now? Will they fall through the cracks into the rank of a mediocrity? Ir will they rise to rock stardom. Well...if they fell through the cracks this wouldn't be much of a story would it? Lol, anyways, I hope you enjoyed this! - Please Please R&R and I'll love you forever!