[Phase 2]
The sun burns bright in the desert. It's hot enough there by the last day of the Dirty Harry music video shooting that none of the band members want to move. Hell, it isn't even twelve in the afternoon yet and temperatures are already peaking thirty-nine degrees Celsius. Needless to reiterate, it's really damned hot.
The film crew had been awake bright and early, (as they had been throughout the entire week), but none of the members of Gorillaz have showed up. The crew are beginning to wonder if the group are even awake yet.
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"For the last bloody time, put sun lotion on!" Murdoc yells, nearly angry to the point where he might just be ready to stab Stuart in the bloody throat.
"I don't think I need it! It's the last day! You're not me dad, stop acting like you are!" Stuart seems as if he's reached the same point as Murdoc, temper wise, surprisingly enough. Heat does strange things to people.
"Shut your mouths! No fighting!" Noodle yells from across the room. She's lying on the rather lumpy hotel bed. The poor child hasn't gotten a lick of sleep throughout the week, it's been much too hot. So, she just lays there when it's dark, lamenting the long-gone nights in which she had been able to sleep for as long as she wanted. Who cares if it had been less than a week since said nights, she is exhausted, miserable, not to mention the fact that she's constantly sweaty. The filthy motel's air conditioner is broken, so her only escape from the relentless heat are cold showers, and there are only so many of those one can take in a single day.
And then there's Russel. He's been in a bad mood all week to everyone but Noodle, luckily for her. The heat isn't good for him, to put it lightly. Usually, during a tour, he'll be the one to wake his bandmates, make sure everyone's hydrated, and just all around is very productive in the mornings. But right now, he's sleeping at any chance he gets and hardly moves around at all when they're not filming the video. The man has somehow managed to fall asleep in a hard, wooden rocking chair over by the hotel room window. He's been that way all day, and hasn't made any moves save for adjusting the position of his head; and there's also the occasional snore added in.
So, yeah, it's not a good situation for any of the band members.
Murdoc rubs his forehead agitatedly. "Look, we don' have time for this. We're already late, I can' 'ave you causing trouble, dullard!! It ruins my image!"
"Well, then. I don't have to wear sun lotion!" Stuart says again.
Murdoc slaps the singer atop the head at this, finally at wits end. The singer whimpers afterwards, putting his arms over his head quickly. "Put the sun lotion on right this instant, faceache. Right-bloody-now, or I can and will break your arm."
2D nods frantically, scrambling off towards the bathroom to locate the lotion. The whimpering doesn't cease, and Murdoc is pretty sure that he's crying again, but just shrugs it off. "Fuckin' child is what he is," the Satanist mutters, scowling.
"Murdoc! That is not an excuse! No hitting Toochee!" Noodle yells again, though the kid still doesn't have the energy to go kick the bassist in the shins like she normally would in this situation. So, instead, she throws the nearest object. Which happens to be a pillow. That doesn't have the affect she wants it to, so she groans in defeat and flops back down on the bed.
"What's gotten into you, eh?" Murdoc grumbles, walking over to the bed and sitting down next to the collapsed twelve-year-old. "Not feeling too well?"
Noodle doesn't reply immediately, trying to piece together an understandable sentence in her head. "It is too hot. My head is hurting and I don't like it when you hurt him." She says, her voice forced.
"Your head's a boy? What's his name, Shaun?" Murdoc says jokingly.
"You do know what I mean, so stop pretending you do not." Noodle's eyes close for a moment.
"Hmph." Murdoc mumbles, looking over at the girl. "You know it's only because I don't want the dullard to get burnt all red and wrinkly like a dry tomato, little dove. He won't listen otherwise, the dumbarse."
Noodle opens one eye to gaze up at Murdoc disdainfully. "It is no excuse to hit him."
"Hmph." He says again. "Have ya been sleeping at all, lovely?" Murdoc tilts his head down at her curiously.
Noodle shakes her head. "Too hot. And the children's choir in the room to the right will not be quiet ever, so I have not slept through the whole week."
"Ohh." Murdoc is silent after her explanation for a few beats. "I'm sorry, I really didn't expect shooting a video in the desert to be.. Dunno. This fuckin' hard. I just thought, 'oh, wouldn't it look right smart if we shot Dirty Harry off in a desert somewhere?,' ya know?" Murdoc sighs with defeat, although an optimistic part of him deep inside of his filthy, rotting mind seems to be convinced that the trouble with the heat will be worth it in the end.
"I see.."' Noodle's eyes are closed, again. "Let us not do this again, okay? No more desert after today." She suggests with a small grin, the kind Murdoc oh so loves to see on her face. It's the kind of grin that lets people know that there's still some fight left in you and you aren't quite done with the situation just yet.
"No more desert, I swear." The man returns the grin.
"Good. Say, do you have a towel nearby?" Noodle asks with a giggle, her eyes now fixed on something behind Murdoc.
"No, why d'you ask?" He inquires, confused. The green man follows the child's gaze.
2D has arrived. He's so coated in sun lotion that excess drops of the white substance are falling onto the carpetting. "Here, happy now?" The bluenette asks, a cheeky grin on his face.
"FACEACHE!!!"
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Hello, yet again, readers!
I couldn't resist writing another story immediately after listening to the new album. That's right, this whole chapter was written in under half an hour.
So, yes, you get two (and perhaps even three) new chapters this week! Be excited!
Thanks to the guest who reviewed; I appreciate your opinions on my writings!
Next week, I'll be travelling down from London to go visit my account-mate/best mate, Lil, in North Carolina! I'll also be going to see one of my favourite bands, Avenged Sevenfold, in concert at the Carolina Rebellion music fest! So if any of you happen to be there and you see a tall girl with extremely long blue hair and is speaking with an accent, don't hesitate to approach her, just because it's probably me!
The rest of you, don't fear, I'll still be around to update.
Hope you all are doing well!
Until next time,
Liz
