It has been... four years? since i've updated this story? Wow. I knew the story needed to be updated but I didn't realise I had left it that long. Well, I hope people are still interested. Please leave a review if you'd like to see more. Thanks! ~ Madame McLean
I was surprised how alive it was here during the night. Essex didn't seem like such a "night life" kind of place, but even at quarter past one in the morning, people were still out drinking, having fun and enjoying themselves. Unlucky for me, some weren't blind enough not to notice the black limo driving through the streets this early in the morning. As I sat in the back seat, I turned to look through the back window. Just a few disorderly drunks yelling and running for the vehicle, although they came to a stop when we had turned a corner to head for the building that was situated on top of a gloomy hill. I flicked my phone open for the fourth time in an attempt to contact Stew again, but there was no answer.
I knew I shouldn't have left it too late, but getting out of a hotel undetected wasn't easy, I had to catch train after train after bus after taxi after train again until I had completely lost every nosy reporter and photographer, and when I managed to get out of their sights, Eugene the limo driver was at the station waiting to drop me off at KONG.
Eugene looked like he had been in the limo business for years, but didn't mind it a single bit. He knew what he was doing and enjoyed it. Good on him.
As we drove closer to the KONG studio gates, I could feel the goosebumps pop out of my skin, along with the shivering chill that comes after. Everything that was enclosed in those gates was completely dark and eery. Dead trees loomed over broken tombstones at the foot of a somewhat steep hill. The hill that was centred in the middle of the area collected dark clouds, and at the very top was where the the studio was situated. The building looked quite small from where I was sitting.
"Miss Miller, maybe its safer for me to drive you to the studio, rather then leave you at the gates"
"If you don't mind" I told him
"Not at all" he responded rather calmly
Eugene was like one of those guards you see at Buckingham Palace. Nothing phased him, at all. I remember one time he drove Adam back to the hotel from a night out in Brixton. He had with him three girls and a guy in the back from what I assumed was a drunken, high orgy due to the lack of clothing. But whatever it was, Eugene treated it like it was a casual, Sunday afternoon drive around the neighbourhood. Its like he'd seen it all. And driving through the graveyard to the studio was probably another day to him.
Eugene had parked right in front of the doors of the studio building, which is where we both stepped out to grab my things from the vehicle. The view from the hill was outstanding, I could see the hotel we stayed at, as well as almost the rest of Essex. However, the smell was revolting. The heavy breeze carried the smell of burning rubbish. Again, another thing that didn't phase Eugene as he got back in the car and rolled down his window.
"All the very best, Miss Miller. Do look after yourself. Whenever you require assistance, you know the number" he said, his bushy, grey moustache following the curve of his smile
I thanked him for all his help and hard work, and he nodded back before driving back to the normal world.
Before buzzing in at the door, I decided to call Stew one last time, and just my luck there was no answer. So, buzzing in unannounced it was.
The button made an annoying ringing sound when pressed, and it was covered in dirt. I wiped my thumb on my jeans while waiting. I waited a good couple minutes before doing the same ritual again. And again. Was everyone out or something? I had enough of waiting in the stinking breeze so I slung my backpack over my shoulder, grabbed my luggage with my left hand, guitar with my right, and did a bit of snooping around the back of the building.
The ground was covered in rubbish, I have no idea what I was walking on, all I know is that I was glad i wore boots that day.
I eventually came upon a large hole in the back of the building, that was most likely made by a car due to the carpark on the other side of the threshold. Carefully stepping through, I saw that the rather large carpark only held a few vehicles. Now that I was in, I had no idea where I would go from here, so I gave Stew another call.
It rung a few times and finally I got an answer
"'Ello?"
"Hey Stew, it's me"
"Lucy! Sorry, was havin' a nap, I'll open the door for you"
"No need dude, I'm in the carpark"
"Wha-? The carpark? How did you- I'll come get you jus' stay there" He sounded panicked
"Why? What's down here?"
"Stay on the 'fone, keep yer voice down"
"Okay... seriously what's going on?"
I heard a loud thump followed by a clatter, my assumption was that he dropped the phone. While waiting for a response, my eyes wandered around the carpark. There was an unusual amount of doors for a carpark, but my eyes then darted to the Winnebago in the corner where the sound of a metal door that swung open.
"THAT'S DISGUSTIN'! I AIN'T DOIN' THAT!" Yelled a scrawny woman, wearing nothing but hooker heels, a sequined g-string and a brown fur faux coat to cover her chest. Then a skinny, green skinned man in his underwear followed after her
"C'mon love! Trust me, it'll feel good for the both of us"
"Let go of me!"
"You haven't finished your champagne!"
Both of them then stopped their argument then turned their heads to look at me. I had my phone held in front of me as I looked at them with blank eyes.
"And who are you?" Said the man with his husky voice
But before I could respond, Stew burst through the elevator doors
"LUCY!" He shouted. Now all eyes were on him, the awkward level was up to twenty.
"She yours, face ache?" The man questioned
His comment confirmed my suspicion. out of the three members, I had to meet Murdoc Niccals first. And like this. Ugh.
"I can explain" stuttered Stew
"What did I say about visitors? HMM?"
But before anyone could utter another word, the half naked women runs at Murdoc with a champagne bottle, screaming, then breaks the bottle over his head, covering both of them in champagne, and leaving Stew and I in complete shock.
The woman was shaking with adrenaline "You didn't hear what he wanted me to do. That man, is SICK" she yells at us, before making her escape through the hole in the wall of the carpark
I looked down at Murdoc who was completely unconscious, before turning my attention back to Stew
"So do we just leave him here?"
Stew furrowed his eyebrows before nodding "We be'er not touch him" he said "How 'bout I show yer to yer room?"
"Sure" I responded, before taking my eyes of the unconscious bassist.
They say it's good to make a first impression, and Murdoc's first impression was exactly how Stew described him. Womaniser, creepy, personal hygiene clearly wasn't a priority for him. But as they also say, never judge a book by its cover. Which was a lesson we both had to learn the hard way.