I don't own Gorillaz.

Author's Note: Well, here's chapter 2. And... yeah. That's pretty much it this time.

Chapter 2: Star

Waiting an eternity for her to arrive was an understatement. I got so bored I started skipping stones, then got bored and started collecting skipping stones. Eventually, a boat came in from the distance while I was staring at the sky, humming "On Melancholy Hill" and wishing I had at least brought out something to do.

She stepped off the boat with all her stuff and the boat quickly pulled away and left. I wasn't surprised. If I was the boat driver, I wouldn't have agreed to come here in the first place. As the boat pulled away, I got a quick glimpse of her from the light of the headlights. She had blonde hair, jean shorts, and a t-shirt on. Her outfit wasn't a lot different from mine, except I was wearing plain jeans and a sailor's cap. My eyes turned white. They usually do that when I'm nervous. She was really pretty. I still might be able to sneak inside, but then I realized she saw me already. Shit.

"Umm... Hey!" I called. "You're the new band member, right?" Of course she was, why else would she be dropped off at Plastic Beach?

"Umm... yeah. Who are you?"

She doesn't know who I am? Shouldn't my voice give it away? "Uhh... I'm Stuart Pot, the lead singer of Gorillaz, but I'm usually called 2D by... umm... everyone."

"Why don't you use your real name?"

"My eyes kinda gave me a nickname." I said.

"Oh. Umm... I'm guessing I'll learn what that means later?"

"Once we step into light, it will be kinda obvious. Speaking of which, would you mind moving closer to talk to me? I need to keep it down."

"Okay, I guess I've got nothing to loose," she said happily, and she came over to me, and I got a better look at her, or about as good as a look can get in near pitch black darkness. She was a little shorter than me, and she looked about my age. But, you never know. She could be 20.

"So, where are you from?" I asked.

"America. Maine, to be more exact. You have a bit of an accent. Is it British?"

"Yeah. I'm from London. Although I haven't been there in a while."

"You stay here?"

"More like trapped here, but yeah."

She looked at me and her expression grew sad. It must've been something in my face. That made me feel terrible. If possible, my eyes got even whiter.

"Oh, well, it's not that bad. Murdoc just..."

"Murdoc? Murdoc Niccals, right? Isn't he the one I talked to?"

"Most likely. He is the bloke who runs this band. Or, at least that's what he says. He didn't create a whole album by himself on his Ipad for this band, though, did he?"

"Err, what?" She looked kind of confused. Oops, I kind of went off into a ramble. I do that sometimes. I was thankful it was dark, because now I was blushing, and my eyes weren't getting any blacker.

"Sorry, Murdoc and I don't exactly get along."

"What do you mean by that?"

"Umm..."

"2D, YOU LITTLE BLOODY SHIT, WHERE THE BLOODY HELL ARE YOU?"

"Oh no," I muttered, "There he is now. Did he see me already? Do you think it's too late to run?" I was getting jumpy. I had a feeling Murdoc didn't want me out here greeting our new member, but he probably assumed I was gonna try to run. Shit.

"I think it's too late," she whispered, as Murdoc staggered over towards us. Whether he was drunk with sleep or just flat out drunk I couldn't tell. I saw that he was carrying his pistol that I "borrowed". Shit again.

"Right then, Flat-face. You blasted your door down. Very clever." His speaking was very slurred. He must've drunk last night and is getting over a hangover. That and the fact that he was holding a pistol deeply scared me. He was slamming it in his hand like a police does with his baton. "And you went and greeted our new member. You also took my spare pistol and nearly gave me a bloody heart attack because I thought you tried to escape."

Suddenly, there was a sharp pain on the side of my face, and I staggered and fell. Believe it or not, when Murdoc wants to hit, he hits hard. Thank goodness he hit, because I was scared of that pistol. Our new band member took in a sharp breath, definitely not expecting this as a first impression of her new boss. She better get used to it, I thought, since this is average Murdoc. Drunk and an asshole.

"Hold up, hold up, 2D, can I talk to you for a second?"

I was going to say no, but Murdoc grabbed my arm and dragged me over a couple of yards from the new girl, and he spoke to me in a slurred whisper.

"Now listen here, 2D, what's-her-name doesn't need to know I'm terrible... yet. So I'm keeping you out of your room for the rest of the day. You will just show her around," now he was gesturing around and leaning on my shoulder, and I was not enjoying it, "and behave like good little boy."

"I'm 33, Murdoc," I said as steadily as I could. I still don't like the idea of Murdoc and a pistol in one place.

"And I'm 45, so I overrule you. Now go and get to work," he said, giving me a hard push forward while he staggered into the house. I walked back towards our new band member and she didn't look happy. Oh, Murdoc, I thought, holding back a smile, you're a little too late on the whole "bad first impression" thing.

"So, let's go to your room."

"Umm, does he do stuff like that all the time?" she asked, still looking pretty scared.

"Only to me," I said as nonchalantly as I could, "Why?"

"Oh... just wondering..." she mumbled, staring down at the sand.

"Oh, by the way, I never got your name."

A little smile danced across her face. "Well, my birth name is Ashley Willows, but my new name is Star."

I was now thoroughly confused. "Wait, what?"

"Since your 2D," wow, my name sounds good when she says it, "then I want to be Star."

Her eyes glistened sapphire blue. How could I say no to that?

"Ok then, Star. Let me show you to your room."

TO BE CONTINUED