2D ran through Kong Studios with a piece of paper in his hands, desperately looking for Murdoc.
Not being able to find him anywhere in the large building, the blue-haired singer headed down towards the car park, where Murdoc's Winnebago would be sat, as it always was.
You see, Murdoc was in charge of writing when it came to music, but 2D had other plans, which he wanted to go over with the bassist. Although doubtful Murdoc would even read over the song, let alone allow it to be recorded, Stuart Pot was anxious to at least show it to him. He was always just that positive, especially concerning Murdoc, though he didn't know why.
The man had literally slept with his girlfriend. But now, that didn't matter to the hopeful singer as he tapped on the metal door of the Winnie lightly.
No answer.
This only made 2D curious, so he slowly opened the door, wincing at the creaky sounds it made. "Mu'doc? You in 'ere?" he questioned rather loudly, and yet again, there was no answer. The bluenette shrugged and closed the door before going to his bedroom and putting the sheet of paper on a pile of keyboards in the corner of the room. He really needed to invest in a desk, or some sort of table to put his shit on.
As soon as he began to tidy up the room a bit, there was a knock on his door. He looked up, his dark eyes landing on the closed door. His brain registered that there'd been a knock, so he cleared his throat. "Um… come in?" he questioned slightly louder than usual. The door opened to reveal Murdoc who – as usual – arrived shirtless, with a random bottle of alcohol grasped in between his palm and fingers.
"Faceache," he greeted and 2D smiled, showing the gap in his teeth. "'ello, Muds. Whadya want?" he asked and the bassist shrugged. "I dunno," he replied. Then 2D got an idea. "Oh, Mu'doc, I wanted t' ask ya somefink. It's abou' uh… a s-song I wrote. Fo' the–the album," he said, the anxiety he felt about the entire thing causing him to stutter.
"What the hell're ya talking about?" the bassist spat, taking a hefty drink of the thing in his hand and wiping the excess from his mouth with the back of his hand. "W-Well, I uh… w-wrote a song an' I jus' though'–" 2D began, but was immediately shut up by a hit to the back of his head. "Yer an idiot, ya know that? No album o' mine is gonna hold a song that you wrote."
And with that, Murdoc left, leaving 2D alone to cry. And that he did. He fell onto his bed face-first and began to sob until eventually, he cried himself to sleep.
But, like everyone else, he knew Murdoc, Demon Bass Player for Gorillaz, was the boss. The leader of the band. What he said, was ultimately what was done, no questions asked. Even when that thing seemed like the wrong thing.
Nevertheless, 2D wanted to try again, and he would.
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The next day at breakfast after Noodle had been fed, 2D held the piece of paper in his hand once again, rereading over the lyrics.
Brother sister tooDo what you must doDon't trust people you meetThey might promise youThat the river ain't deep
2D smiled, hopeful that once Murdoc actually saw the lyrics, he would reconsider letting it be on the album. Speaking of the bassist, he waltzed into the kitchen with an ice pack held to his head, groaning. "'ey, Muds!" he said happily, which was responded to with another groan. "What could be so important that you've to speak to me this early?" he asked and 2D let out a breath before handing Murdoc the wrinkled piece of paper.
The Satanist blinked once as he snatched it away from 2D, dropping the ice pack in the process, and began to read it. Then he cleared his throat. "Not bad, Dentface, not bad. And… you wrote this?" he asked and 2D nodded. "Yeh, I did."
The singer held his hands behind his back impatiently while waiting for Murdoc to at least say… something. Anything. Would they record it? If so, how would it sound? If not, would he even be able to live with himself knowing that he'd not been able to contribute to anything regarding their music?
A snap of fingers forced him out of the mind space he was occupying. "How about this, we can attempt a recording. If we don't get it right, you can forget it. Okay?" Murdoc said and 2D nodded. The calm tone in his voice reassured the bluenette as he was handed the piece of paper again. "Studio's all yours for today. Practice as much as you can on the vocals, and I will carry on writing the music."
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A month later, it would be decided whether or not the song would go on the album. Murdoc called everyone into the studio, where he cleared his throat. "The official tracklisting for the album is as follows. Re-Hash. 5/4. Tomorrow Comes Today. New Genius (Brother). Clint Eastwood. Man Research (Clapper). Punk. Sound Check (Gravity). Double Bass. Rock The House. 19-2000. Latin Simone. Starshine. Slow Country. And finally, M1A1."
2D nearly fell out of his chair from shock. The song had actually been chosen. A song he himself had written… had been chosen. He held in a gasp, which caused him to hiccup, then cough. "M-My song!" he spluttered out, falling out of his chair.
"Yeah, uh… yer welcome, I guess," the bassist said, holding back his laughter.
2D couldn't get the thought out of his mind; Murdoc had actually been gracious enough to let a song he'd written make it onto their first album. He almost wanted to kiss the Satanist.
Almost.
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so uh, i'm putting this into 3 parts – one per phase – with some chapters in the middle as intermissions.
the 2doc began in this chapter at the very end. did you see that? i'm making progress lmao
review pls k thanks