Notes: Last chapter, I misspelled the drummer's name. Please ignore the last 'l' in his name when you read it Day I, and give me time to correct it. Your patience –and your reviews- are always much appreciated…I can't wait to get 20 reviews! Thank you for your R&R-ing, and enjoy this chapter! WHO IS Del?

Chapter Dedication: This chapter is dedicated to acid-dragon, my first reviewer! Thank you, acid-dragon, and keep on keeping on!

Gorillaz © Jamie Hewlett/Gorillaz Partnership.
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Day II: To Sing Again

When the Geep pulled up to its designated spot (without losing lives, which was a miracle, seeing as the drummer's driving was terrible), 2-D got out and patted each one on the head as greeting. As Noodle was bringing out the keyboard equipment and setting it up, she gave several verbal salutations. Afterwards, she retreated to the Geep as the music started…after about ten seconds, 2-D began, the children, and a lost rapper all singing at different times, with the exception of the first verse began to sing.

"Uh uh uh... I need a gun to keep myself from harm

The poor people are burning in the sun

But they ain't got a chance

They ain't got a chance

I need a gun

Cause all I do is dance

Cause all I do is dance

I need a gun to keep myself from harm

The poor people are burning in the sun

No, they ain't got a chance

They ain't got a chance

I need a gun

Cause all I do is dance

Cause all I do is dance

In my backpack

I got my act right

In case you act quite difficult

And yo is so weakin'

With anger and discontent

Some are seeking and searching like me, moi

I'm a peace-loving decoy

Ready for retaliation

I change the whole occasion to a pine box six-under

Impulsive don't ask wild wonder

Orders given to me is:

strike and I'm thunder with lightning fast reflexes on constant alert

from the constant hurt that seems limitless with no dropping pressure

Seems like everybody's out to test ya

'til they see your brake

They can't conceal the hate

That consumes you

I'm the reason why you flipped your soosa

Chill with your old lady at the tilt

I got a 90 days digit

And I'm filled with guilt

From things that I've seen

Your water's from a bottle

mine's from a canteen

At night I hear the shots

Ring so I'm a light sleeper

The cost of life,

it seems to get cheaper

out in the desert

with my street sweeper

The war is over

So said the speaker with the flight suit on

Maybe to him I'm just a pawn

So he can advance

Remember when I used to dance

Man, all I want to do is dance

(Dance!)

(Dance!)

(Dance!)

I need a gun to keep myself from harm…"

Then the music stopped and silence hit everyone present like ten tons of bricks. Noodle stepped into the desert, dismantled the equipment, and put it in the Geep. She then asked no one in particular if they knew the directions to the mansion the Gorillaz were to play in.

All present shook their heads, 2-D going back to the vehicle as he did so. The little children stood there as the band or rather, Murdoc's band loaded the Geep and left.

Noodle was staring out the window, the sand dunes passing her by. She was thinking of the upcoming gig and the money she could put toward her mother's surgery.

"Noodle, love?" the vocalist's voice rang through her mind. "You awright?"

The guitarist's purple bangs covered her dark eyes as she answered with a weak 'hai'. Noodle's voice was weak because as she looked out at one dune, she could have sworn she saw the figure of her drunken father.
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To Be Continued

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