Ahah yayy I'm back! I'm pulling an all-nighter so I'm going to FINALLY update PGD! XD And TODAY IS JUNE 23RD! *trumpets* and a year ago today I became a Gorillaz fangirl! WOO!

So this skips to 2002ish when the American Tour starts. Yes, it covers the whole thing. I may add 3 more chapters today as well as 2 on Ame's story (since it's Wednesday o.o lawl).

Chapter 9- Touring

February 2002.

We're all going to the States for the first time today. Well, besides Russel and maybe Murdoc none of us had been there before. We've released 3 videos since then- ones for Clint Eastwood (which made it HUGE!), 19/2000, and Rock The House. But we were supposed to do 5/4 as well...and I still don't know why we didn't. We're going to be away for 3 weeks, going all around North America performing our songs.

So a long time has passed now, and we're on our tour bus now. It's already a mess in here, and we have a really creepy guard. But the outside is clean and shiny. So anyways, we're headed to our first ve...ven...stop on the tour. It's in Toronto which is in Canada. And so far, I have not seen a single moose. I looked at Murdoc. "Don' meese live in Canada?"

"Yeah bu' not near 'ere yew twat. An' i'ss 'moose'. Not 'meese'."

Around 5 something PM we arrived at the Toronto Docks. We unloaded everything from the back, and of course Murdoc had to leave it to me to carry the largest, heaviest object there was to carry- the big bass drum. I collapsed under it, and was stuck for a bit. Suddenly, I heard that oh-so adorable, heavily-accented broken-English voice. "2D-sama need help?" I looked up.

"Yes!" Noodle lifted the drum off my back. "Murdoc do this to you?"
"Yeah."
"He mean to you."
"Yeah."

"Well he a jerk."

So it came time for the concert to start. And I do have to say it went pretty well. It was really cool to watch the screaming fangirls try to get up here, and the moshpits in the standing area- I felt like someone was going to get killed. All and all, a real great night. Our next concert in Boston was 2 days away, and I could tell all of us were eager to get there. But after the concert, we decided to just celebrate by going to a bar. Noodle was confused at why we'd let her go in there, but we told her there'd be things she could have. Well, except Murdoc, who told her, "Live a lil'! Yew need t'try summin alchoholic." I guess no one told him the legal age in Canada was 19...

We all got drunk like mad and even Noodle ended up with a sugar high. We were all laughing at practically everything. Murdoc put an egg in the microwave, and it exploded. It smelt a bit like burnt scrambled eggs, but it was pretty bad overall.

It's now 3 in the morning, we're back on the road, and Noodle's completely out. A half hour ago, she just went. Dropped like a rock, right on my lap. I had to carry her to bed. She's not very heavy, and now everything's quiet. Murdoc's still drinking his eyeballs out, and Russ's just kinda...dead. Well, he's alive but I can't tell if he's sleeping or awake. I'm pretty much about to snap myself.

Day 3. We've arrived in Boston and we're about to go on. I always get a sudden rush of energy when we go on. That always makes me perform best. Nothing gets me more excited than the deafaning screams of the crowd and the lights shining down on us. Every note we play, every single noise...gets me jazzed even more.

So the Boston leg has ended, and once again we're going out to drink again. Noodle's acting somewhat funny, she doesn't want to go. I assumed maybe she was homesick, and we all agreed that she should just stay in the bus. Russel also threatened to punch Murdoc's face in if he came out drunk. So we only had a couple drinks, then headed off. Noodle was rocking back and fourth in her bunk when we got back. I asked if she was okay. She saluted me and said, "YES SIR!". I was confused. "Noods, why don' yew jus' get some sleep? She repeated herself, then snapped back to reality and shooed me out so she could change.

It only got worse. Each night we slept on the bus, I'd wake up to her rolling around in her bunk and nearly crying in her sleep. I woke her up. I sat with her for an hour until she calmed down.

When we were in a hotel, she'd stay cooped up when we left for a bit. All of us suspected something was wrong, and we wanted to find out. She'd simply answer, "I don't know" whenever we asked, and then go back to her fetal position and shaking. I distinctly remember her repeating commands in her sleep, and I wanted to know what they meant.

To make things worse, Murdoc released this black-skinned demon boy into our world. Russel didn't approve of this at all, and Noodle was downright frightened that it was coming for her. We reassured her that it wasn't.

The last days of the tour were the worst on poor Noodle. She always started panicking 5 minutes after someone gave her peace. I felt bad for the girl but she didn't want me to stay with her and I was scared she'd start attacking me, as if she was turning into some kins of wild animal. But she made it through the end of the tour well.

Then, Murdoc announced our 'movie deal'.

A/N: Behhh I'm so tired. xD