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Just their luck, Damon and Jamie were back stage. Noodle was the first one in, holding her guitar by the neck.
"Noodle!" cried out Damon approaching her, arms opened for a hug.
"Hi Damon," Noodle sighed. She looked up at Jamie. "Jamie." She gave him a nod before passing right by Damon and onto the stage. The curtains were closed and they hadn't started letting people in yet, but outside she could hear voices, and lots of them. And it was even a few hours before concert time.
"Noodle?" Damon walked out on stage behind her as she plugged her guitar into an amp.
"I need to go get my acoustic," she accounted, once again, walking right past Damon. He exchanged a glance with Jamie.
"Noodle, love," started Jamie as he stepped right in Noodles way, "wot's going on?"
"You're in my way," Noodle muttered. Damon stepped up behind Noodle.
"We want to know what's goin' on," Damon said. "None of ya 'ave returned our phone calls for nearly a month now."
"It's been more than a month," Jamie corrected him.
"Wotever," muttered Damon. At that moment Murdoc and 2D came in, 2D holding all of his and Murdoc's equipment and Murdoc snapping at them. Thankfully for Noodle, this took the attention off her temporarily.
"I see they 'aven't changed," Jamie said with a slight chuckle. Noodle furrowed her eyebrows.
"Oh, they have," snorted Noodle. "First they get together, and then Russel -- " she sighed slightly and caught her breath again, "then they break up and make it awkward for me!" Damon's and Jamie's eyes had expanded to the size of dinner plates.
"Wot?" Jamie asked sharply. Damon nodded along, wanting more of an explanation.
"Kore ijou ittemo shou ga nai!" Noodle snapped. "Murdoc and 2D decided to get together, Russel thought Murdoc was taking it too far and got pissed off, so he left, and then after that Murdoc and 2D broke up! And now here we are! We don't have a drummer and the band is done after this concert!" With that she stormed off back to the Winnebago to get more equipment.
"Wot the bloody 'ell?" Jamie asked.
"I 'ave no idea," replied Damon.
Before it was time for sound check, Damon and Jamie had each talked to 2D and Murdoc separately and finally got all the nitty gritty on the events and ordeals that had happened over the past month at Kong.
"So, no more Gorillaz?" Damon asked Murdoc as they sat next to each other in fold out chairs outside of the Winniebago.
"Guess not," Murdoc growled as he took a swig of beer.
"But isn't this what you wanted?" asked Damon.
"Look," said Murdoc, placing the beer at his feet, "I got the money. Loads of it. Bloody Satan, we're still bringing cash in from Demon Days. If that doesn't work out, I can always sell Kong. I got the 'Bago. Then there's the girls, I'm Murdoc fucking Niccals! I could pro'lly get any whore for free, if I wanted. I 'ave my fags, and I 'ave my alcohol. I'm set for life!"
"But what about the others?" Damon asked.
"2D can fuck 'imself for all that I care, Russel, 'ell, 'e left, not my problem, and the girl...well, I'm no father figure. Lass'll figure somefing out."
Damon was troubled by how Murdoc was responding to all of this. Something told him that Murdoc wasn't telling him everything and keeping something hidden from everyone.
2D, on the other hand, just sobbed throughout his whole story.
"An' then 'e slapped me!" 2D cried, "it hurt!"
Jamie wasn't only worried about 2D, he had been disturbed for life, knowing every little detail...even the ones that should have been left for only 2D and Murdoc to know.
"Uh..." Jamie started at a loss for words, "listen...2D...," he was trying to speak over the sobbing, "listen, everything's going to work out...I'll...I'll make sure of it."
2D looked up at Jamie, "really?"
"...yeah..." Jamie said uncertainly. Then there was a knock on the door.
"Shit-for-brains!" Murdoc could be heard through the door. "Sound check! Get your ass out here!"
"Ya'd like that, huh?" screamed 2D in reply. Jamie winced.
"C'mon, 'D," Jamie said, trying to smile, "don't make it any more difficult than it already is." 2D sighed and looked up at Jamie.
"Thanks," he said before he heaved all 6'2 of himself up and out the door.
A.N: Concert from hell...hmm...sound check's next...then...the concert! Oh damn... a concert w/o drums! throws a fork at the wall wonderful!