Disclaimer: I do not own the Gorillaz. I don't own 'Hello-goodbye'

I smiled as I started playing the song. 'Hello-goodbye' by the Beatles. I was sitting in a park, somewhere in Essex, England. A little girl, about 11, came up to me and watched me play. She sang along with me. I noticed she had a guitar strapped to her back. The song stopped and she asked, "How long have you played?" I noticed her accent wasn't English, like everyone else. It was a mix of English and Japanese. I studied her face, it looked Japanese. It was hard to tell though, her hair covered her eyes. "3 years." I answered.

And it was 3 years too many.

Don't get me wrong, I love this instrument. I loved to strum my fingers over the chords and listen to the amazing sounds it made, I loved to sit and create little melody's by myself.

I didn't love why I played this instrument.

"Your really good!" the little girl said in her cute little accent. "Can I see it?" she asked. She held up her guitar to me and I realized what she meant. I nodded and we switched guitars. She sat down next to me and ran her fingers over the cords. I was a little hesitant for her to be playing it. I never let anyone touch it besides me. Not even Jeb. She waited for me to start us off. "Don't be scared."

We began to play. She would, then I would. Each riff got faster and more complicated until we were playing at the same time. It was exhilarating. Our song came to an abrupt song and she smiled, I couldn't help smiling too.

"What's your name?" I asked her.

"Noodle." she said. "What's yours?"

"Jonah." I said. Then before she could say anything else, a man yelled, "Noodle! Get your arse over here! Let's go!" Noodle looked up and I followed her gaze to a man with green skin.

"Hai! One minute Murdoc-sama!" she yelled back.

"I'm sorry. I have to go." she said. I nodded and handed her back her guitar.

"Noodle!" the man I presumed to be Murdoc yelled.

"Goodbye." Noodle said and left quickly. I sighed and watched her run though the park. She stopped abruptly and ran back to my spot. She dropped 2 dollars into my guitar case and returned to Murdoc.

The rest of the day, I couldn't stop thinking about that little girl, she was an amazing guitar player and so young. I sighed and packed my stuff away.

I walked 6 blocks, until I came to a rusted metal stairway. I took each step slowly until I was face to face with the warehouse door. I banged on it 3 times. "Go away!" I heard a kid shout. "We don't want to buy anything!" there were giggles on the other side.

"Open the damn door!" I yelled. The door creaked open to reveal Mat. "Man we really need to get a key to this place or somethin'" He said.

I walked to my bunk and set my guitar down, trying to drown out the kids yelling as they fought and the kids practicing. I hated this place with all my heart. Especially Jeb.

"He's not that bad." it whispered. I groaned. "Go away." I told it. "I'm not in the mood."

"He's coming. Go to the stage." it said. I heard the door open, proving it right. I got off my bunk and ran to the stage.

"Hello my little protegees! Front and center!" Jeb yelled. Everyone who wasn't standing at attention in front of the stage quickly assembled and got in line. One by one Jeb collected our days work. I resentfully handed over my money. He glared at me and I handed him the few dollars I was hiding. He then sent us away and turned out the main lights using the lever. Everyone but me returned to their bunks. I didn't sleep. Jeb and I walked to the top of the warehouse, like we do every night. Even though I hated him, he taught me constellations.

"So how was your day?" he asked in attempt to make conversation. He always did this. After he taught me everything for the day, it got awkward. Jeb usually went to sleep after a while.

"A little girl came up to me. I don't know how old. Around 10. She was the greatest guitar player I've ever seen. We played a guitar duel." I said. I left out the part about us switching. Jeb would kill me if he found out I handed my guitar over to a stranger.

"What was her name?" Jeb asked.

"Noodle." I said. "Probably wasn't her real name, but you never know. Adults are crazy nowadays. And your a perfect example." I said smirking. Jeb was 30 something. I don't really remember. He never told me his birthday. He had a couple piercings and a tattoo on his ankle of a treble clef. He didn't do much drugs, but he was totally insane most of the time. And was hungry for money.

We sat in silence for a while, Jeb got up and went to bed.

"Go to sleep, Jonah." it whispered in my head. "No." I said to it. "I'm not even tired."

"Yes you are, I can feel it." it said.

"Fine." I told it. "Let me have a bit of your energy, then." I could almost hear it sigh.

"This isn't healthy." it said as I immediately was graced with energy. "My energy is dangerous, you need real sleep. Too much of my energy will hurt you."

"I will sleep." I said. "Soon. But not now."

"Is this about the children?" it asked. I grumbled out a 'no.' "If you don't sleep, I'll force you to."

"Well I don't need it now. Later, okay? I promise." I told it. Finally, it shut up.

My ghosts are really getting annoying.

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