What shall we use to fill the empty spaces where waves of hunger roar?
"GORILLAZ! GORILLAZ! GORILLAZ! GORILLAZ!" they chanted again their mantra to bring out their favourite band. Their faces flustered and melting in sweat as they flung their greasy hair about their heads. The jumped up and down enthusiastically together, their damp clothes swiping against each other with devoted fists.
And we set out across the sea of faces in search of more… and MORE… APPLAUSE?
Their voices screaming scarcely heard, their eyes blinding by flashing lights and their noses overpowered with the stench on body odour. They were absolutely disgusting.
Who let all this riff raff into the room?
How could a band of such class have attracted these fans?
"This is it."
"What…?" Noodle whispered barely breathing.
Is anybody out there?
She stared from the sideline into the crowd and saw those same faces from her dreams of the up-front fanatic of the fans. Cold sweat ran down her back and she knew she would be soaked within minutes and would die of heat. Her ears nearly at bursting point where blood poured from her ear and she would give everyone a scream to shut them all up. She shifted her hands and felt the grip of the guitar again and slid her aching fingers along the wire strings with that screeched slicing feeling. It was better than no feeling.
Must the show go on…?
"This is it."
Take me home
Let me go
2D bent down beside her and whispered in Noodle's ear. Those same words but the ones she couldn't contemplate. She'd had ask him to repeat but her mouth had gone dry and her lips felt cracked. He stood up and then with a small heart-warming smile and sigh, he stepped out into the blinding lights and crowd's rage.
The bleeding hearts and artists let him get away with murder, Worm Your Honour
Let me hammer him today
The audience erupted as he lankily crept onto the stage with his loose t-shirt and super tight jeans and boots. He waved to the crowd like in Noodle's dream and he grasped the stand with a smirk of pride ready to make them fall in love with him all over again.
Crazy… Over the rainbow I am crazy… Bars on the window
THEY MUST HAVE TAKEN MY MARBLES AWAY
The crowd cheered more and more but Noodle couldn't understand why they were cheering when no music was playing. She never realised or heard that it was now her name they were screaming.
Stop. I wanna go home
Where has the feeling gone?
2D glanced back at her and with that same smile to beckon her on stage. She didn't dare find out whether 2D could actually scowl at her after she refused so she just stood rigid with her guitar wishing she was dead.
If I had my way I'd have all of you SHOT
With your nerves in tatters… and the cockleshell shatters
2D expression hardened as she kept the show waiting.
Must the show go on…?
But she couldn't hold out any longer.
There must be some mistake I didn't mean to let them take away my soul
AND THE HAMMERS. BATTER. DOWN THE DOOR.
So she took a step out into the bright white burning bright light with her head down on her shinning guitar, glittering in the bright white burning bright light. They crowd broke into maximum capacity of sound enough to make solid glass windows shatter. Her nightmare was coming true.
And will I remember the songs…?
And she looked up in the audience and stared them all right there in the flesh.
Oooooh aah the show must go on.
Everything was the same. In front of her she saw the dim outlines of ecstatic movement but that was all. The rest was black behind them. The stage and everything on it was the only thing illuminated by the show's lights. She stroked the strings lightly and they hissed mildly with the jam-packed amplifiers on blazing. And she couldn't feel one single tear trickling down her face to taste the saltiness of. What a gigantic fuss about nothing.
Noodle nearly jumped out of her pale skin when the booming laugh started up and soon faded out in the Gorillaz most famous and inspirational song. "Feel good," 2D sang softly and angelically which kicked in the bass and drums. Noodle watched them dumb folded not even recalling ever hearing the song before let alone writing it… she was in trouble.
You little shit, you're in it now…
"Santa's breaking down on a camel's back, they'll just have to go 'cos they don't know whack…" Meanwhile various songs of a different age ran through Noodle's mad mind.
And if the band you're in starts playing a different tune
I'LL SEE YOU ON THE DARK SIDE OF THE MOON
Noodle was drawn back when the audience started to clap the beat and soon the bass stopped and Noodle's insides squirmed inside out as she got the feeling it was her time to perform. But she didn't know squat so just stood there like an ashamed fool. And the tune kept playing.
Would you like to learn to fly… WOULD YOU LIKE TO SEE ME TRY?
"… Uh W-Windmill, windmill for the land…" the singer stuttered wondering why the hell she wasn't playing. Russel dropped a beat and Murdoc's growling could be heard over the tune as they continued without their best act. Noodle knew they were all looking at her wondering 'what the fucking hell???' and even the audience couldn't keep a straight face and started to murmur. It was gonna turn ugly real soon. She had to do something than stand there like a dumb pudding. She saw the guitar and waited for the notes.
I can't seem to think straight
Nothing came. She panicked and became quick breathed and her pick strummed over the strings to reveal and terrible ripping sound that made her fans shriek. She tried to cover with her hand but it strangled it out even worse. She was starting to shake but didn't dare look up. She tried again but this time made it sound like it was badly out of tune. Suddenly the bass stopped and every other musical instrument came to a halt. She was at the peak of a mountain. And she would rather fall to an ice cold doom than face this next humiliation.
Would you like to call the cops, do you think it's time that I stopped?
People yelled from the audience. Not in a positive tone. Not even negative. But with poison. They booed at her and she felt her band members' anger upon her and she finally peaked to see 2D only. But he wasn't sneering at all. He looked… concerned. Worried. Sympathetic. She hadn't noticed that the bright white burning bright light upon her face could travel through thin strands of hair. Her eyes were bloodshot and the eyeliner was running and smudging down her face. She suppressed her sobs as the audience got louder and louder with rebellion and she bolted.
She turned and tripped on the lead to the amp and she dropped the guitar letting out a ferocious sound which made her cringe more than anything. Murdoc couldn't take it. He ran to centre stand next to 2D and yelled at her in utmost anger over the mic. "NOODLE, YOU FUCKING SOD!!" Noodle froze knowing he wanted to express more but words denied to come to him. The crowd fell silent and only her moans and cries were heard as she pushed and shoved past the equipment and stumbled into backstage feeling like the world's fool.
Then they started to laugh. And laugh. And laugh even harder and manically as Noodle ran through darkness to get to outside but tripped from a blurred vision and landed on her nose. She screamed and cried harder still as she felt herself crack so deep inside she felt her blood being drained and every pain known to man. It wasn't a mistake it was a complete screw- no- fuck up and all courtesy of the joke of Noodle: the simpleton of the universe.
Wow. Tough break, kid. I'm going mental, aren't I? About as mental as Tom Hanks on an isolated island where he talks to a volleyball named Wilson. "You scared?... Me too." I never knew it was a cool movie. I wonder how it ends… err so- OH NO! HE'S LOST WILSON!! And the mad bugger is diving out to find him… hmm. Actually… I'd do the same for my volleyball. Oh gosh… he's leaving Wilson… this story is so sad. It's right up there with Titanic and all. Poor Wilson. –Starts crying with Tom Hanks-.
HOPE I DIDN'T BORE ANYONE TOO MUCH.
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