Author's note: I do not own the Gorillaz. Also, I'm very excited to share this idea I had and put it in this universe with the band. I hope you all enjoy this, as I'm going to be trying my best to make a believable sport out of writing!
2D dragged a cigarette across the bottom of his lip. He could feel the small blue whiskers fuzzing up his chin. He'd need to shave soon or he was going to have a blue 5 o' clock shadow. The glare of his cellphone did little to reflect anything in his hollow eyes. Still, it glared, and a goofy smile stretched across his mouth. A girl, well a woman, he'd known a few years before was visiting his old digs.
It was strange to think of Kong Studios as a new home. He'd spent much of his formative years as a singer here. Yet, somehow, it was different. The walls had been painted at least. He very much enjoyed the more home-bidden feel. It brought him back to the place they rented out while working on the Humanz album. Nice place, but way too expensive.
He looked again at the phone, making sure to save the message. He didn't want to forget it in a migraine fog. He didn't want to lose it in the Twitter sea of comments Murdoc had been on about lately either. Lately, his phone always seemed to have a new notice from the bassist on his twitter feed.
S.S Silver: Husband and I are coming to Essex to compete in a new writing tournament. I'm doing the adult's romance genre. You should go for horror. If you're still into zombies anyway. My little Kayla is with us too. She's just turned three!
Beneath the text was an image and a hyperlink. The image was of a small girl with dark black hair like her father's, and tan skin like her mothers. The child's eyes were closed and she had a big smile with about as many teeth as 2D had; but the ones she had were shiny. The hyperlink sent him to the entry submissions for the writing contest his old friend was texting him about.
It struck him as odd that the contest required he be there in person, and that it took place over the course of a single day. Weren't these things usually done online? Over the course of a couple months? He remembered, briefly, trying to write poems. They were a lot like song lyrics, and he'd wanted to try something new; to contribute in some way to the band while Murdoc was gone. He'd been doing a lot in Murdoc's absence. Now that the bassist was back, 2D didn't want to lose the momentum or the confidence he'd gotten in Murdoc's absence. Unfortunately, poetry really only interested Noodle. He'd taken to secretly writing escapist novels about a zombie apocalypse; ones where the band escaped somewhere together. Probably without Murdoc.
2D wasn't any good at writing outside of his work with music. That's why he never shared his stories with anyone anymore. Not since his visits to the woman and her then fiance those years ago; back when he felt he could just be. He chewed on the cigarette still in between his lips. He went ahead and registered his email to the entrant list. At the very least, he was going to see his old friend again.