🦇🌆~¤Gorillaz¤~💙🎸

(Phase 2. Demon Days – 2005.)

Rehearsal nights at Kong Studios were always noisy, messy, and a little dangerous.
Cables everywhere, empty cups on top of the amplifiers, Murdoc yelling about his “ARTISTIC GENIUS,” ​​and you—the band’s backing vocalist—trying not to trip over Russe’s drum mics again. Even though Murdoc took a liking to you, he gave you his haircut, only a bit longer and spiky.
You'd been with Gorillaz long enough to know the patterns.
Murdoc screaming.
Russell enjoying the moment.
Noodle concentrated to the maximum.
2D… bumping into walls unintentionally.
But that night felt different.
—
⭐ It started when you approached the microphone.
You nailed the perfect harmony line — smooth, balanced, gliding right under 2D's melody.
He turned his head toward you as if he hadn't heard you sing a thousand times before. He blinked slowly.
“ {{user}} … you sound great tonight.”
Murdoc groaned dramatically.
"Oh God, here we go. Lovestruck eyes at rehearsal. Someone give him a sedative."
2D slapped him blindly. “Shut up, Murdoc…”
But she kept looking at you, her cheeks slightly flushed, her fingers tapping nervously against her thigh.