Disclaimer: I don't own Gorillaz.

Author's Note: Okay, Star's video doesn't really exist. Just wanted to mention that. Thanks! :)

Chapter 4: Star's Story

"2D?"

I was woken from my dreams by a soft voice that I instantly recognized as Star's.

"Mmm hmm?"

"I'm... sorry I asked you to get out of my room. I was just really stressed and confused."

"Yeah, it's ok. My life has that effect on people."

She was leaning in the doorway, looking what she said she was: stressed and confused. I guess that's what you should feel like when you figure out a phsycopath has trapped you in the middle of nowhere without any means of escape. Well, there were some, but Murdoc has been keeping them under closer watch because of my many escape attempts. But, in the long run, we were stuck here.

"Well, I guess it's my life too, now," she said. "So, what do you do when your not locked up?"

"Umm... record albums?"

"Besides that."

"Well, when Murdoc does let me out, I usually do different things. But they're all pretty boring."

"I doubt it, if it entertains you."

"Well, before we do anything," I said, ringing my hands, "I've told you about me, so I'd like to know about you. Like maybe how you got here?"

"Oh, that story." She looked a little sad all of a sudden. "Well, I posted a video on YouTube of me playing a bunch of instruments and singing one of your songs, 'On Melancholy Hill', and Murdoc saw it. He emailed me to call him, so I did, and he gave me a job opportunity to work in a band, never exactly telling me which band, so I had no idea what I was getting myself into."

"But when I said I was in Gorillaz, when we first met," I said, "didn't you figure it out by then?"

"No, believe it or not, your speaking voice is much higher than your singing voice." My eyes went white. Was my voice really that high?

"So, anyway," she continued, ignoring my eye color change (good, she doesn't know what that means), "I thought this was a new pleasant band that just wanted me to join. I didn't know it was the makers of the actual song I sang."

"So you came here with no knowledge of Gorillaz whatsoever, except for that they wrote that song."

"No, I forgot that, too." Wow, she didn't necessarily come prepared. "I just knew I was here, Murdoc Niccals hired me, and I was in a band. But when I saw you, I just thought you were a little out of the ordinary."

"How so?"

"Well," she said, taking a small pause, "your eyes..."

"I dont have eyes." I've gotten this way too many times to be offended. It's just another thing on my list of "Why I Hate Murdoc": he knocked my bloody eyes out.

"Not... there?"

"Yes, they were smashed out with a little TLC from Murdoc." My eyes were black again. I still haven't forgiven him for that.

"Well, your hair..."

"It was a childhood accident. I fell out of a tree, all my hair fell out, and then it turned blue. It used to be brown, but I personally like it better this way."

"You never get a break, do you?"

"Not really," I mumbled, still focusing on my hands.

"Back on the subject, the only other thing that comes to mind is your voice, but I've heard higher, so it didn't throw me off that much." Okay, good. Not too high. "But when Murdoc came out, I had a feeling I'd signed myself up for something a lot bigger than I thought."

"I thought so too. That's why I've tried to quit... many times. But now here I stand." I realized I was sitting. "Err... sit." I gave a small smile, which I don't do much anymore, and she returned it and laughed a little, too.

"And here I stand," she sat next to me on my bed. "And now sit." We both laughed a little, and then our eyes met. It sounds crappy, but I can't really put it any other way. She really does have pretty eyes.

After a silence that I would've wanted to last forever, I finally said, "Well, I'm glad you sit here now, or else I'd be sitting alone."

"Yeah. It's a win-win but win-lose situation."

"Yeah, sorry about that."

"It isn't your fault. It's Murdoc's. And anyway, I'm kinda glad I met you. It kinda opened my eyes a little." Good, at least this means were friends now, united under one common factor: Murdoc's evil. She leaned over and put her head on my shoulder. Oh, come on, are we trying to make me blush?

"So..." My eyes went white. Again. I really got to learn how to control that. "Umm... since I now know why you're here... uhh... what should we do next?"

"Well, do you have anything to eat?"

"No, but I think Murdoc might..."

She smiled. "Well, let's see if he's asleep-"

"Or drunk," I added. Wait, what am I getting myself in to?

"Yeah, and maybe we can steal something."

"I dunno," I said. Knowing Murdoc, he always wakes up at the worst possible times, usually when you're trying to get away with something.

"Oh, come on, 2D. Just this once," She took my hand and we ran to the lift, Star laughing at my constant nervous mumbling about how Murdoc might be awake or something.

"Man up, 2D," she said, giving me a playful punch in the shoulder, which I winced at. "It's just once."

"Fine," I mumbled, "but just once." I smiled a little as we snuck down the hallway twoards his room. She was giving me what I really needed: courage lessons. I guess I could get used to this.

TO BE CONTINUED