The Forever
Work It Out

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When Noodle locked herself inside the studio, she spinned a few demos and four-tracks for six of the thirty-something songs she had written in the last few months. She was more occupied with the fast paced television programmes.

She was disgusted with the news, the reality game shows, the celebrities, the wars and hunger and famine not being treated by government officials. They were liars and schemers. She mourned the dying race of artisans and wonderfully talented people. She searched for intelligent life somewhere out in the world.

Russel was furious when he found out that Noodle had returned to clean up KONG all by herself for the five months that everyone had been absent. This plagued, disease-ridden, cluttered, haunted space of a studio was no place for a girl her age to be in alone for five months. He was angry with Murdoc for ever purchasing such a space. He was angry with 2D for being just less than a hundred miles away and not contacting her. Yet most of all, he was angry at himself.

Too delusional. Russel's awful time in Los Angeles was enough for himself to overlook Noodle's well being for a little more than a few months. However, it was no excuse for him to be away while Noodle stayed here, fending off zombies. It was no place for a young girl.

Now at the age of thirteen, she did seem much more mature, and more so than any of the three of them. It was, in a way, refreshing, that the group had such an anchor, at least for one out of three of them.

When in the studio, Noodle liked to stay quiet until someone called for her, or until she felt obligated to say something. Her conversations ceased when they were working.

"Don't bring food into the studio." She told 2D, when he absent mindedly entered with a slushy and a brownie. She took the slushy from him and set it next to her tea on a flat surface behind the computer. He scoffed down the last of the brownie and rubbed his hands together, getting rid of the crumbs.

Sitting cross legged on the spinning chair, Noodle had a pair of fat headphones on, listening to a few samples. She took them off when 2D patted her shoulders.

"What'cha working on, now?" He asked, sitting open legged on another chair and setting his elbows on his bony knees. He tried to make her let him listen to a few of her demos and read some of her scrap lyrics in days before, but to no avail. She was particularly secretive about this new project.

Today, she pulled the plug to her headphone jack out, releasing a big sound of instruments and rhythm. Drum samples, keyboard tweaking, a fine guitar riff, a hard bass line… no vocals. Just a shiny, dance tune she must have been fooling around with. 2D nodded his head in tune with the drum line, and patted his heels on the floor, making thumping noises against the wood.

"This is one I am… stuck on writing about." She said, sounding a little bashful, or exhausted. She turned the stereo down. "There are no words yet."

2D tussled her hair affectionately. "It'll come to you."

Noodle smiled at him, and switched to another track for him to hear.