OK, now in this chapter will be the first ever actual song I've written for the story. So just so that it's easier to follow, words written in bold are lyrics to a song. Everything else is just read as a part of the story. There will be moments where it will swap between song lyrics and the telling of the story itself, so I'm just reminding you of that. Alright then, let's get Chapter 3 going.

Chapter 3: You Mentioned A Studio?

It was now night time. The sky was a strange mystic blueish black colour and there were hardly any clouds in sight.

Stan was at home; ready to go to bed when suddenly he heard a loud knock at the front door of his house. Still half asleep, he opened the door to see Kyle, Cartman and Kenny standing there; still dressed like they had been all day on that Monday.

"Hey dude. You ready?" Kyle spoke.

"Ready! Ready for what." Stan was puzzled by this, even though that the tiredness was getting to him.

"We're gunna go up to Marcus' house and see what he's up to." Kyle replied.

"Yeh, but it's ten thirty. I thought we were gunna do this earlier on. Not now at this time of night!" Stan scratched his head as he spoke.

"Well fat-ass here says we have to do it now." Kyle looked at Cartman in disgust.

"Hey Kyle, incase you didn't know. Usual spies (like us) plan to sneak on their targets late at night, I saw it." Cartman replied.

"No you didn't Cartman. You only saw it on TV. And besides, those spies you saw weren't nine year old kids who had to school the next f---ing day." Kyle shouted back.

"Alright, alright, alright." Stan stopped the argument. "Let me go get changed and I'll meet yer' outside."

About five minutes later, the four boys were beginning their journey up the not so steep hill towards where Marcus' house was. It didn't take them long before they were stood outside it. Kenny started to walk towards the front door alone.

"Kenny! What the hell do yer' think you're doing!" Cartman shouted.

"I'm knocking on the door." Kenny replied in his usual muffled voice.

"We're meant to be spies Kenny! We don't just knock on the door!"

"Cartman, for the last f---ing time. We're not spies!" Stan shouted back; signifying both his and even Kyle's frustration.

"We god dam are Stan. That's the whole f---ing point."

"Hey guys, I found a small window on the ground here. It looks like Marcus is in the basement." Kenny spoke; causing the other three boys to rush over to the window on the ground that was at the side of the house.

The four boys all knelt down to see inside. They could hear what was going on inside however they didn't have a very good view. All they could see was part of a staircase, a dark wall, an open door to their left view and then finally Marcus; sitting in a basement room next to a black telephone. The boys focused strongly on trying to hear what was going on inside and could just manage to hear everything inside.

Marcus was talking strongly on the phone in an increasingly louder voice.

"Now listen here. I have this Child Psychology work to finish at college and that's just enough pressure and work I can handle. So I don't need this sort of attitude you're given me now alright MATE!" Marcus spoke in a quite louder voice than he usually uses.

Marcus was listening well to what the person on the other side of the line was saying.

"Well that's your problem then isn't it? I may be the only one specialised in this specific area, but that doesn't mean you can just treat me this way."

"Woah, I never knew teachers at college were this forceful." Stan spoke.

"Obviously. They treat people like crap." Cartman replied.

Unaware to the four boys, Marcus wasn't talking about his college work, but was infact talking about the so-called "mission" he was currently on.

"Alright. Yes, I'll stay here for a little bit longer. And yes, I will watch the kids carefully. But I don't want anymore pushy decisions. You got that?" There was a brief silence. "OK then. I'll update you with anything new I get over the next few days. OK, bye." Marcus put the phone back on his resting stand and once again, put his heads in his hands.

"Man, that guy most be going through some tough stuff." Kyle spoke.

"God, I need a drink." Marcus spoke to himself. He began moving over to an area of the basement room that the four boys couldn't see.

"Dam it, we can't see him anymore." Stan spoke.

"Don't worry guys, I've just found another ground window around in the garden." Cartman replied. The four boys rushed around the house and knelt down again. This time, this window was fogged up from the outside. The four boys amusingly made little holes in the fog so that they could see into the room.

Marcus was sitting down on a big black leather office chair; sipping a cold drink of water that he had poured out of the water machine in the corner of the room. Marcus turned on the TV nearby.

"We interrupt this program to bring you a breaking news story; with 'that man with a ridiculous haircut'.

The news reader began speaking. "Hello, I'm 'that man with a ridiculous haircut', the top breaking news headline this Monday night. A satellite, appearing to have originated from Great Britain a.k.a. the United Kingdom a.k.a. Merry Old England a.k.a. Tea & Biscuitland has been found in a small impact crater about half a mile away from the town of South Park, Colorado. Let's go to our chief reporter who's at the scene now for us."

Both Marcus and the four boys were stunned by this news story. Marcus placed his cup of water on a nearby table.

"Tom I'm standing outside the impact crater of the satellite which was found nearly a couple of hours ago by passing motorists. Chief detectives and police officers at the scene tonight claim this satellite to be a fully working spy satellite built by the British to spy over America; especially the Colorado area. Who would have thought that the words 'British', 'satellite' and 'fully working' would appear in the same sentence! Many residents across the country have grown in outrage over this new discovery. The CIA and FBI say that they have already started questioning the British Intelligence and MI6 headquarters over what the f---ing hell they're doing."

Marcus turned off the TV and rotated the chair round so that he was facing one of the walls. "Great, first that, and now this on the TV. How can my day get any worse!" Marcus spoke with one hand supporting his head.

Suddenly, the other phone in the room, the blue phone, started ringing. Marcus swivelled his chair over to the phone and picked it up; with the four boys still watching what he was doing.

"Hello." Marcus began speaking. "Oh, hello Clair. It's nice to be talking to someone I know closely for a change." Marcus began to lie back on his chair. "Sure, what do you want to tell me?" There was a brief moment of silence. And then…….Marcus' face turned to shock; but this time, it was shock of a different kind. "You……..you what!" The four boys were interested to find out what was going on between Marcus and this other caller. They listened closely. "You're…..you're breaking up with me."

"Oh no, his girlfriend's dumped him." Kyle spoke.

"That sucks!" Stan replied.

"But……I don't understand. Why! What did I do wrong?" Marcus laughed once and softly; to further express his shock. "You've found someone else better than me…………………I see. So that's it!" He was standing up at this point. "OK, well I guess it's goodbye then." The person on the other end of the line hung up and Marcus dropped the phone in frozen shock. He stood there; isolated in a deep realm of shock and loneliness. He laughed softly and placed his hands by his side.

"Funny……." Marcus began talking to himself. "I give my love, trust and equality to both my work and my love life. And this is what I get in return………a permanent memory that will remain telling me that my love for both things almost seemed man-made; never natural and never full of existence." Suddenly, something ticked inside Marcus' head. "Wait a minute! THAT'S IT!" He rushed over to pick up his acoustic guitar he managed to repair by the side of the wall. "That's the song I've been looking to play. Oh bloody brilliant, I'll be able to record my first ever official studio track.

Marcus got hold of a huge black sheet and dragged it off. The four boys were shocked to find out that now right in their sight of vision, a music studio was visible taking up nearly most of the room.

There was everything you could possibly imagine here. Piles of CDs, tapes and vinyls, DJ decks and old CD players, mixers (both small and huge), computers, an old Atari computer, an old Macintosh computer, drum synthesizers, bass synthesizers etc. It was all divided up into two sections. Half inside a glass walled room where the recording took place, the other half outside; where the mixing took place.

"I've been waiting a long time to use this equipment. And finally, my thoughts, skills and opinions will go into this new track I'll create right now." Marcus made his way into the glass room; which was packed full of equipment, pictures, posters and other musical items.

"You ever seen anything like this." Stan spoke; still in a shocked state.

"No f---ing way." Kyle replied; also in a state of shock. However the four boys eventually broke away from shock to focus on what Marcus was going to play.

Marcus sat down and began talking to himself.

"Right, so I've got the music sample beat going at 100BPM plus a synthesized drum beat going at 100BPM, all I need to do is make it, mix it and mix it again and I'll be finished on my first ever track. But I better do the main lyrics and music first. Right, here we go."

Pressing a few buttons and turning a few knobs, the drum beat got going along with the other music samples that Marcus had set up on a linked up computer. Marcus was ready to begin playing his guitar once he started singing into the microphone; which was recording everything that was playing.

"Oooooooooooo

Ooooooooooooo

Ooooooooooooo

Ooooooooooooo

……Yeh yeh yeh

Dreams were set alive.

Peace would come to……thrive.

But you shattered all this, now yeh.

Do……you even care right now? Ooooooooo

And you poisoned my soul.

With your mind as black as……coal, yes you did.

Do you care anymore?

Or….will it be another war now? Oooooooooo

Love was unified.

Trust was Justified

But you broke both the links. Yeh yeh yeh.

And all you've got left too……

is the Man-Made Love I left you. Ooooooooo"

Marcus quickly changed to a nearby DJ deck where he started scratching on a vinyl; producing a mixed set of vocal samples. The mood of the music was quite dark, though it had a very soft rock/acid-like feel to it; with a slow drum beat, a moody bass and a load of different instruments and effects appearing in the tune. Marcus quickly changed back to playing the guitar.

"Dreams were flying high.

As high as the……sky, yes they were.

But then you caaaaaaame……along now.

And...shattered the remains of our friendship. Ooooooooo

(YOU DON'T LOVE ME ANYMORE!) Love was unified.

(FULL OF HATE NOW!)

Trust was Justified

But you broke both the links. Yeh yeh yeh.

And all you've got left too……

is the Man-Made Love I left you. Ooooooooo

(YOU DON'T LOVE ME ANYMORE!) Love was unified.

(FULL OF HATE NOW!)

Trust was Justified

But you broke both the links. Yeh YEH YEH.

And all you've got left too……

is the Man-Made Love I left you. Ooooooooo

LOVE WAS UNIFIED!

TRUST WAS JUSTIFIED!

And you still broke the links

just like you shattered my heart.

You don't care now.

I'm a broken soul now. I'm a broken soul. I'm a broken soul."

With the singing and guitar bits done, it was left for Marcus to finish the song off; slowly fading the other samples away until there was complete silence. The recording was stopped and Marcus jumped up in extreme delight.

"Finally, I've finished my first track. Now all I have to do is edit it, remix it and I'll be done. Well, I better get some sleep, gotta be up early in the morning." With that said Marcus walked back upstairs onto the ground floor; turning the basement light off and closing the door behind him.

The four boys stood back up and looked each other in slight shock.

"Did I just see and hear what I think I saw and heard." Stan asked both himself and the others.

"Yeh……that was friggin awesome." Kyle replied.

"Yeh!"

"Guys, if I could draw your attention to me for one second. I have…..THE BEST….idea right now. What if we……start our own record label company and persuade Marcus to sign for us." Cartman spoke in a very positive tone.

"Cartman we already tried this idea before. And we didn't do too good as well. We only made about a hundred bucks; which we eventually had to pay back for the suits, the mobile phones and everything else." Stan spoke back; immediately rejecting Cartman's idea.

"Ah, come on. But…..but this guy's really good. Plus we don't have to do anything and we get 10 of what money he makes." Cartman was further pushing for someone to agree.

"Cartman. He's 16. He's in college; which is much more important than school. And I'm positive he doesn't have the time for it all."

While this conversation was going on, Marcus overheard slight bits of what the boys were saying through the window. He was surprised to hear them at this time at night, but he still listened in; even though he only heard the bits about the boys having a record label company.

"Cartman, it's a stupid idea. Just forget about it." The three boys began to walk off back down the hill to return home.

"Ah, come on guys. We can make loads of money from this." Cartman shouted; trying to catch up with the other three.