I don't own the Gorillaz, such sadness! But I do own any OCs you see in here.
When she's singing there are some parts that look different from others, it just means she's singing using a different voice or voices. It's still the same song though, just wanted you to know that.
2D is 18, Murdoc is 29, Russel is 22, and Noodle is 11. My OCs is Casey and Cameron, who are both 17.
I don't really like to draw attention to the fact that I play the piano pretty well, or any other musical instrument you put me at for that matter. So the fact that my best friend had entered my in a contest for the musical arts really rubbed me raw. I know she was only trying to help, but honestly who wants fame and riches? Well I know you probably do, but I've never even dreamed about such a thing. So why should I start today?
Anyways she, my friend, was all excited when she told me. She just knew I'd win the contest, even if I'd been playing an instrument I'd never laid eyes on before. Course I had no intention of winning and there was nothing she could do to stop me from losing. That was about two weeks ago.
I hadn't even wanted go to the studio, but Casey, my friend, insisted I at least show up. So here I am sitting in a cramped 'waiting room' dressed up in my least-showy outfit I have, waiting for my turn. Beside me Casey is fidgeting, again, if she keeps this up I'm going to have to pull out my whips.
By the way, my name is Cameron Luna, or Cam as Casey likes to call me. I'm a 5'4" tall wavy haired brunette with bright blue eyes, supposedly my best feature. And I'll by the first to admit I'm a bit chubby, well actually I'll be the only one to admit that since everybody else thinks 137 lbs is okay. Considering that I'm a 17 year old American girl and still single, you can imagine why I don't believe them.
I'm told that I'm a musical genius by my family and close friends. But honestly I think I'll be a better marine biologist. I just seem to have a knack for musical instruments as I've mentioned before. And I'm not bragging, I'm really not, it's just what all my people say.
So I'm here, waiting, with only three people in front of me. I keep telling myself that I'm going to lose no matter what. But my fingers, my voice, and my heart all tell me to shut up or fuck up. Hopefully none of them band together against my will while I'm on stage. Two people left, waiting sucks.
In my spare time I'll tell you what songs I've picked out to sing and play, the first one is 'Tears to Shed' by Danny Elfman. It's terribly sad I know but the Casey tells me that the judges, a band themselves, don't sing anything like it. So I'm hoping they hate it because it's so sad. The second is 'Flawed Design' by Stabilo, another slow and kind of sad one.
For my instruments Casey picked out my favorites, the piano for 'Tears to Shed' and a keyboard for 'Flawed Design'. She insisted that I play the best in order to be the worst, like that made any sense to me. But Casey is extremely persuasive, especially when she's holding an iron bar and threatening with said bar. Of course in the end she won, after putting a few scratches on me that are easily hidden.
Crap! It's my turn already? Apparently so, oh man, what the hell am I going to do? I've got to get these songs perfect or else… What am I thinking? I came here to mess up, that's exactly what I'm going to do. Well, wish me luck, because here I go!
As I walked through the darkened hallway a sense of nervousness overcame me. But as always Casey was right behind me to make sure I didn't run, like the shy creature I am. So I was literally manhandled onto the stage.
I was squinting in the sudden light, trying to see the judges. And then there it was; the prettiest piano I'd ever seen. I couldn't help myself; I walked over to and ran my hands over the keys. Smooth and silky, like those silken sheets you see in the Victoria Secrets stores, the ones that are way too expensive?
Next thing I knew I'd sat down and was tapping them with my nails. Trying to get a feel for them I was. Beautiful, it was the perfect thing to play my first song on. And even though there was this niggling doubt that I was messing up at something important I began to play.
2D's POV.
The next girl that came on was a simple thing, and it was obvious she did not want to be here. Personally I really couldn't blame her; I mean here were the Gorillaz, stacked up like a bunch of morons, judging people on the best singers, and musicians. And if I'd have seen us then, I would have turn 'round running.
Murdoc wasn't exactly daisy fresh with black everywhere, Russel was spacing out in his golfing outfit, though I guess Noodle looked okay in her black tank top and blue jeans. And as for me self, well old 2D wasn't going to win any medals in the beauty pageant. Especially since I'd forgotten to brush me hair, again!
All in all I'd say we were a pretty frightening lot, in fact we'd already sent several littler kids crying off before they even began. But that's not important, what is; is that this young bird was squinting into the light trying to look at us.
Then her shifting eyes landed on that gorgeous piano I had my eye on. You should have seen then look of delight that lit up her pretty oval face, I mean she all but pranced over to that baby grand piano. With all the intention of playing the thing till us all wept.
As soon as her fingers touched those keys it was like a goddess was playing it. The tune that was tapped out was a low sad tune; I nearly had to lean forward in order to hear her. Then she opened those pale pink lips of hers, and the sound that came out was nothing like I'd ever heard before.
"Roses for eternal love, Lilies for sweetness, Babies Breath."
"Why so blue?" Her voice changed, now it was almost sing-song.
"Maybe he's right, maybe we are too different."
"Maybe he should have his head examined. I could do it!" That one got a chuckle from even Murdoc, and throughout the entire thing she kept playing that lovely tune.
"Well, perhaps he does belong with her, Little Miss Living, with her rosy cheeks and beating heart." Another sigh escaped from between those lips, she was certainly playing the part pretty damn well.
"Oh, those girls are ten penny. You've got so much more… You've got... You've got… Well, you've got a wonderful personality!" Her eyes were closed as the long fingers danced along the keys again. Damn, I wish I could see them, bet they were beautiful.
"What does that wispy little brat have that you don't have double?
She can't hold a candle to the beauty of your smile.
How about a pulse?
Overrated by a mile
Overbearing
Overblown" Then her voice seemed to split into two separate voices, as if that was even possible.
"If he only knew the you that we know
And that silly little creature isn't wearing his ring
And she doesn't play piano
Or dance
Or Sing.
No she doesn't compare
But she still breaths air.
Who cares?
Unimportant
Overrated
Overblown
If only he could see
How special you could be,
If he only knew the you that we know." Again the tune changed, this time though it slowed and saddened quite a bit. I could hardly breathe when she opened her eyes, and yet I still couldn't see the color in them. But damn if she didn't look good while playing that piece.
"If I touch a burning candle I can feel no pain,
If you cut me with a knife it's all the same,
And I know her heart is beating
And I know that I am dead.
Yet the pain here that I feel
Try and tell me it's not real
For it seems that I still have a tear to shed." Then the livelier tune began again, causing her fingers to jump and titter across the ivories.
"The sure redeeming feature
From that little creature
Is that she's alive!
Overrated
Overblown
Everybody knows that that's just a temporary state
This is cured very quickly when we meet our fate
Who cares?
Unimportant
Overrated
Overblown
If only he could see
How special you can be
If he only knew the you that we know." When the tune saddened again half the blooding audience was in blooming tears. And that half included the judges, all of the judges too. You should have seen Murdoc, it's like he was kept hiding his, but instead only succeeded in being handed a tissue by Russel. And I was Mr. Waterworks, tears pouring out of me eyes, bloody embarrassing I tell you!
"If I touch a burning candle I can feel no pain
In the ice or in the sun it's all the same
Yet I feel my heart is aching
Though it doesn't beat its breaking
And the pain here that I feel
Try and tell me it's not real
I know that I am dead
Yet it seems that I still have some tears to shed." And just like that, it was over. She put her hands in her lap and smiled to herself. I have to admit even though I'd never heard something like that before, I'm glad that it was so beautiful. It made me want to listen to again, or at least listen to her again.
Another woman strode out on stage and helped the brunette to her feet. Then leading her away I managed to get a small glimpse at her wide eyes, grey I think they were. Or maybe a light blue, can't be sure exactly. I need a closer look; somehow I've got to see the kid up close.