Ah, music... It's in our life every day. We talk about it, listen to it, create masterpieces with it... It's all very amazing, isn't it? Makes me sort of envious towards people who can sing or play an instrument. I don't hear the music in my head (other than the annoying catchy tune).
Oh, I'm getting ahead of myself, aren't I? My name is Isabella Green and I'm a journalist. Well, kind of. I haven't gone to any fancy schools to learn how to "frame a sentence" or properly format, whatever that is. I just figured I like to write, so I'll write whatever. I'm not as popular as I'd like to be, but that won't stop me! I'm working day and night at all sorts of odd jobs in order to fund my little business (which still isn't really much).
"Isabella! Do you have anything to report?" Wesley asked. He's got the look of a typical nerd- glasses, the old-school attire, the messy blond hair, the whole shebang.
"Not at the moment. Seems like everyone beat me to the whole Katy Perry thing." I huffed, pulling off my green newsboy cap. It's an ugly little thing, but I love it.
"So, do it anyway! Isn't it better to look late reporting this than not even acknowledging it at all?" He scolded. He might have a point. That's Wes for ya.
Oh, that reminds me- Wesley is my assistant in this crazy little business. He helps me stay on track of my little blog. He also takes care of whatever supplies I need: Pencils, paper, pens, notebooks, coffee, etc. He's a good guy; everyone needs to have a Wesley of their own.
"Alright, alright. I'll get to work on it." I mumbled. Even though I didn't mind doing all this, the main reason why I even started this thing was for one band. The music was beautiful from the first album to the last. What an odd bunch they were too. Murdoc, the Satanic bassist. Russel, the drummer with otherworldly talent. Noodle, the young and probably the most awesome girl I knew. Then... 2D, the blue haired angel. Just the thought of meeting them in person one day keeps me energized.
I knew them since I was little. My father often played one or two of their songs. Though I didn't understand the lyrics much, the music itself was powerful. The very first song I heard was Feel Good Inc. It was my first time seeing the music video too. The video first scared me, mostly because I didn't even understand it at the time. The more I listened though, the more it felt like a dream. With 2D's gentle voice in the chorus-
"Bella, you're drifting off again." Wesley scolded flicking the side of my head. "Don't make me call the shiny vampire lord."
"That's just cruel. And I told you not to call me Bella anymore after that vile movie and book came out!" I snapped at him. He just laughed and continued to organize my papers. Probably my bills.
"I know you're excited to see them. They just started recording in September. They'll come up sometime this year. Don't worry." He assured me. Oh, I'm not worried. I'm just so damn excited! It's any day now I'll finally be able to see them again. I'll have to work hard and keep going if I ever want to see them.
Oh my God my stomach just sounded like a dying whale. Must be time for lunch. I grab my cap and start heading out. I told Wesley where I was heading and gave him his lunch break too. Sunny as ever in this lovely state of California (I say sarcastically). God I hate this city. It's such a small town and it's trying to be a city. Problem is, they have nothing to offer. The young wear masks so their parents don't worry. The elder ones try to grasp power that's fading with their youth. It's all sad, really.
Enough depressing stuff though. This is a story yeah? You want to see the good parts. Like, when I get to meet with the stars. Okay, sure, I'm just building up to that.
As I was on my way to the nearest fast food joint, I heard the screeching of tires in the distance. I figured it was just some poser making up for some small thing. I shrugged it off and continued my journey to find burger flavored grease when a van suddenly cut me off in the middle of an intersection.
"Hey! Watch where you're going you bloke!" I shouted. Bloke? Really? Who the hell uses that word in this time of year? The van swerved, stopping at the side of the sidewalk. I watched for a moment, wondering if these drunkards were going to try to pick a fight. Two young women, a blonde and a brunette, stepped out of the van. They looked panicked for a second, then turned their attention to me. Oh God I'm out numbered. I'm going to die. A man suddenly rushed out from behind me.
"Where the hell do you two think you're going?!" He screamed at them. The women suddenly darted back into the van (or was it a Winnebago? I dunno) and burned rubber. Oh my God I just witnessed a crime, didn't I? God, I don't need this! I'm already having to struggle with daily adult life, I really-
"Hey!" The man snapped at me, which put my mind back into reality. "Are you just gonna stand there like a sodding moron or are you going to help me?!" It took me a moment or two to figure out who was exactly talking to me. When it finally clicked I almost screamed ( from terror and/or excitement).
"You're Murdoc Niccals from Gorillaz...!" I gawked. He growled and folded his arms across his chest.
"Normally, I would care, but if you haven't noticed-" He swung his arm in the direction of where his Winnebago once was. "My Winnie has been taken again and I have a band to find!" He shouted. Oh right. That's what happened a few moments ago. I remember.
"Um, so do we just file this with the police or-?"
"No, no! I'm going to get my Winnebago with my own hands and I swear to God, if they trashed it-" He snarled, his fists shaking. I held my hands up.
"Okay, okay! I'll help you as best I can! Only, uh, I don't know exactly how to drive or anything like that." I mumbled meekly. Murdoc got in my face.
"Do you have a car?" He growled. Scared, I only nodded. Next thing I know, I'm hopping into Wesley's car with the Satanic Bassist, writing a letter of apology/ I.O.U. to my poor assistant. Don't really know why I'm going with him, but I know one thing's certain: This is going to be one hell of a ride.