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I looked at the board, it was now filled with different artists and different places. I look over at the two musicians as they still kept on writing names on the blank papers.
"Wha' about Snoop Dogg?" 2d suggested and wrote it down. "I like Snoop Dogg, we met in England once, when he was tourin'. And I don' know what to say, I fumbled with the words-" he was soon cut off.
"It's because you're a plank, fumbling with everything like a squirrel stuck in a tree," Murdoc offensively said. 2d just glared at him and shrugged at me, as if the words were not affecting him.
"Anyways, nevertheless I got meself an autograph," 2d smiled, showing off the missing spots of his teeth. I laughed a bit.
I heard Murdoc lowly growled.
Before Murdoc could do something he might regret, I quickly thought of a question.
"Murdoc, what really is glitter freeze?" I asked. He gazes at me.
"Hm, dare I say it's about my pirate friend, Mark, or Mark E. Smith-" he stopped as his eyes lit up, indicating he had another idea. "-right, Mark! He's a good lad, I would love to work with him. I never got the chance to see him before he went off to uh-hm...uh, where was he again?"
He turned to 2d, "Uh, probably at the pacific ocean, looking for crackens." 2d answered.
"Yes, yes, yes, looking for mysterious creatures in the abyss." He nodded, and as if the memories of him and Smith flashes before his very eyes.
"Could it be something else?" I asked. He looked at me, escaping from his trance.
"Maybe, maybe. I don't quite remember but a song has many meanings. It's not just one, but hundreds, you know? And I like that, it depends on how you felt and the song just switched it up to the feeling,"
I slowly nodded and forgot about the fact that this man is actually a genius.
I stood up and dragged the board towards them, I stood beside it. "So is this it?" I asked, showing them the papers that have been dangling on the white plank.
"Hm, yeah." 2d nodded.
"What about you, bird. Who do you suggest?" Murdoc asked. I smiled and clapped my hands in excitement.
I grabbed a paper and a marker. Wrote down the names. They tried to take a glimpse of what I wrote but before they could even, I stood up and place it on the other names.
"What!?" Murdoc astonishingly said- mouth agape. "No! Not him!"
"I know, I know, he said your Cuban boots are shit but hear me out- they have a big role on this album," I explained.
Murdoc blinked in disbelief, I winced when he groaned loudly.
"Y/n, No. They're like the most annoying blokes in the universe!" He exaggeratedly stated. I frowned and pointed towards the name I just wrote.
"Murdoc, Yes. They are good! How can you not see that?" I convinced. He shook his head in disagreement.
"2d, what do you think? Damon and Jamie in Plastic beach?" I asked him. 2d thought for a second before nodding, receiving a death glare from Murdoc.
"I agree with you there, Y/n. We need people who really know how to do music, and not just bugging around like some maniac." 2d bravely said, giving back the death glare that Murdoc once gave.
"Shut it, twerp." Murdoc scolded.
"You heard meh, I agree with her. Damon and Jamie got some fantastic visuals towards music, unlike your head throbbing bassline shit." 2d said again.
"Right, that's it!" Murdoc outrageously stormed at 2d, slapping him across the face.
"Ouch! Ack! No- Stop!" 2d exclaimed in pain. I watched them as they quarrel.
"Hey! Stop it!" I tried to pull Murdoc away from 2d, but he only dug his knuckles deeper into 2d's face.
"Murdoc!" I scolded, taking a full grip onto his greasy hair. His slippery hair went through the gaps of my fingers, I stumbled back- hitting on the ground.
A loud thud was made when my back made contact with the floor. I knitted my eyebrows in anger. As their fight went on, I stood up and walk to grab something to hit Murdoc.
"Help! Ah!" 2d's screams filled the four-walled room behind me. I saw a pillow behind the couch, it was old and dusty- almost as if it was sitting there for a decade, or even a century. I picked it up, felt its weight in my hand.
It was heavy, heavy enough to stop this outdated Pickle. I turn around and saw that Murdoc was fully hovering 2d, as 2d squirms and fought for his freedom against Murdoc's hand restricting his throat. I gasped at the sight and bolted towards the two men.
I swang my arm as far as I can, and swing it again- the pillow heavily slapped onto Murdoc's disinformed nose, Murdoc fled on the wall. 2d quickly stood up and squirms to my side.
I gasped and let go of the pillow.
My eyes gazed at the non-moving fellow, I swallowed down the fear and look over at 2d.
"Oh my God, did I killed him?" My voice shook in anxiousness.
"Murdoc?" I stepped forward, hoping that he's still alive. The swing was hard enough to knock a man out of his consciousness.
If I really did kill him, where should I hide the evidence? This is plastic beach, point Nemo, a place where nobody even knows that a small island exist on this part of the universe. No one will know that I killed him, I'll just throw the body in the ocean. Y-yeah, that would work.
"My head," Murdoc groaned. Relief showered over me as I saw him moved. He rubbed the side of his head and blinked. "Fuck, why did you do that?" He faintly said.
"I am so sorry, I had to do it."I knelt down in front of him, seeing the bruise already forming on his right eye.
"You almost killed 2d, how can I not do it?" I explained, looking over at the bruised 2d. I sighed and stood up.
"The both of you are fucking idiots." I turned around and searched for a medical kit around here.
When I haven't spotted any, I turn around and clasped my hands. "In terms of medical kit, we have no medical kit." I smiled bitterly.
"You arsehole, look what you did to my eye!" 2d yelled at Murdoc. Pointing towards his right eye, as the bruise deteriorated.
"Tsk," Murdoc sneered. I sighed in annoyance. Being stuck with them could be such a nightmare. I massaged my temple and look over at 2d.
2d was on the verge of crying. I dismissively waved my hand, "Let's just continue our discussion, okay? 'Cause y'all motherfuckers keep fighting like adult babies!" I yelled.
A deep silence occurred the next minute, I gaze at the two men who seems fighting along with the obscurity, as their eyes twitched- sending threats mentally to one another.
Ugh, this will be a never-ending loop of Murdoc and 2d fighting. And being stuck with them in a room is the last thing I'll need. I just wanna eat and sleep, and these two made it hard for it to achieve.
"You know what? I'll just break the door open, I don't care what you think. I'm getting out of here," I stated. Their eyes flickered when they heard it- I walked away and grabbed the stool.
"Wait! No, no, no, we'll settle down." Murdoc convinced. "Right...face ache?" He looks over at the scarred 2d.
"Y-yeah, right." 2d nodded, can't do anything about the situation. I sighed for the millionth time and placed back the stool.
"D, what in the actual fuck are you doing?" As he was about to sit next to Murdoc. He stopped mid tracks and looked at me in confusion.
"Sittin' down," he answered, still confused.
"Not beside Murdoc," I said, briefly raising my arms. He arched his eyebrows and look over at Murdoc.
"Why not?"
"What do you mean 'why not'? Do you want a rematch?" I sarcastically asked. He looked over at Murdoc and hissed lightly at him. He went up to the couch across from him and glared once more to the green man.
I let out a deep breath and picked up the marker from the ground.
"Now that's settled- for now- let's continue our discussion, like I suggested, Damon and Jamie in helping the album." I pointed out their written names on the board.
"Bloody hell, no, I already told you tha'," Murdoc swiftly disagreed.
"Murdoc, it's Damon Albarn and Jamie Hewlett. Different people with different talents." I convinced.
"So what?"
I sighed in defeat, "Do you trust me?" I asked.
"No," he bluntly said.
"Well then, if there's no trust then there's no progress." I sat down beside 2d, on the cliff of giving up.
"Listen to me, Damon and Jamie isn't part of anything. Never again." Murdoc said, crouching down on his back. I rolled and my eyes and looked away.
"Fine, have it your way. Ironically, you wanted to know about the details of the album and you have the audacity to not listen to me? That is fucked up." I replied.
"Because I know, they don't fit the genre of the album." He responded.
"They do fit, you just don't see it!" My voice raised in anger.
"And I disagree with it, they're not good. Plus, who needs 'em anyway, Gorillaz has me- I can handle this band single-handedly." He boastfully stated. I slowly shook my head in disappointment.
"Okay? So you're telling me that you can lift this band on your shoulders throughout the upcoming years?" I asked back. He nodded vigorously.
I stood up and erased the names, leaving the hanging papers on the board.
"Fine, let's say we didn't put Damon and Jamie on the album. We don't have their beats, we don't have their ideas of the music video. Just Murdoc's idea." I have written down Murdoc on the board.
"And that sounds right, it's my band after all!" Murdoc said. I ignored his statement.
"And then we remove 2d, without his knowledge about Melodicas, Casio and his vocals. We leave you with Cyborg Noodle and just drum pads." I wrote down Cyborg Noodle.
"Then I'll find another lead singer," Murdoc stated.
"If the audience approved it because basically, you can't just find another male lead singer abruptly with different vocals. It would completely and utterly confused fans, and people who liked 2d would just back out. Decreasing, the views, the fans, and mostly- you'll be experiencing cyberbullying." I explained. In my peripheral vision 2d nodded in agreement.
"So tell me Murdoc, can you still lift this up on your own?"
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