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Chi: Thanks for reading! This is one of those group fanfics between me and My friend, Drodi!
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A Band is Born!
"Today Britney Spears bought a 100 million dollar ring, which could be used for better things, for her dog!! Reporters sa!"
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"And the winner for the Next American Idol is… Kala Handsand, with her song "I Break My Heart For Yo!"
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"F this, F you! F, F, F!"
Dinah finally had enough. She turned off the T.V., leaving behind all of the musical worlds' bull and leaned back in her beanbag, examining her living space. Her apartment was small, but enough for a single soul to survive in. Also, there were certain advantages to living alone. No one could argue on what the room looked like. It was just as she wanted it. Small, with posters plastering the wall and her favorite bands CD's lining the shelves. Her low bed tucked away in the corner, and her Bass amps covered the hard wood floor.
But even her favorite band was becoming worse by the day.
Sighing, Dinah stopped spacing out.
Dinah was a musician. She was in a band that… didn't even have a name yet. But it didn't matter. They wouldn't get anywhere, she already knew. She had been in many bands just like that. They failed to launch. Either that or they go to the dark side of the rap and the diva's, baited by a plate of cookies. Those bands were good, even great. But they took the bait and were pulled out of the water to suffocate like a fish.
And it was killing the musical world. Dinah swore that with one more diva, the Apocalypse would surely come. The world would go down the toilet, with no one to save it. No hero's in this world.
But at one point there was.
About 4 years ago, when Dinah was 14, there was a cartoon band that stretched the musical imagination and broke the boundaries, saving many people and fans from the chaos their favorite bands were creating. They were the light among the dead.
They were called the Gorillaz.
The Gorillaz were a band lead by Satanist Murdock Niccals, and consist of the dimwit, pretty boy, and singer 2D, Hip hop master Russell Hobbs, and Japanese guitarist Noodle.
They were legendary. Children of the age knew their name. The Gorillaz' was so soul seeking; it made the most stupid people think and the toughest men cry. It was so creative, it was its' own category in music. The musical performances they created were so big, the tickets sold out in 10 seconds flat.
The Gorillaz were the knights in shining armor that everyone needed.
However, fairy tales do end.
After a lot of long years, the Gorillaz called it quits, leaving their fans with their last album.
"Demon Days."
They then disappeared. Kong was sold online; the band packed up and just blended into the crowd. Sometimes you would here of the whereabouts on the news, telling you that one of them were caught in a shop in who knows where trying to choose between Quilted Northern toilet paper or Charmin toilet paper. Other then the rare sights, they were basically invisible to the naked eye.
But again it was time for another band to rise above the garbage, saving the world and her children from a surely destined death.
But, of course, only another cartoon band could do the work of another cartoon band. It's all in physicals, laws, blah blah blah…
This band would start the day that 18-year-old Dinah Dorlings, gothic bass player, would have enough of Brittany Spear's and Tomkats musical, and decide to follow in The Gorillaz footsteps, to keep going with their work. The event that was soon to come would be so big it would turn Michael Jackson straight again.
She would create the "Monkey swingers."
