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It was so boring on the weekends at Kong studios. Nothing ever happened. Noodle, Russel, Murdoc and 2D only held band practise and recording sessions during week days, so generally on weekends they would all chill separately in their own rooms. Noodle would play video games, and (cry out in frustration whenever she lost), Russel would be working on putting together some beats on his computer for a little solo EP he was working on, he also would dabble in graffiti art when he got especially bored. Murdoc, in typical Murdoc style, would continuously drink bottles of rum alone in his dark, dingy room. He was on his fourth bottle at the moment, lying on his bed, staring up at the ceiling, listening to blaring classic rock music.
2D loved to occupy himself on these kinds of days. He wasn't one for lying around, and so would get out all of his assorted instruments, and draft possible gorillaz songs. He had a routine down at this point, where he would stand at his window, watching the outside world go by, staring at birds fluttering past, gazing at the looming clouds, and would try and find song inspiration. On this particular Saturday, 2D stuck to this routine.
He held a piece of paper in one hand and had his lucky pencil between his teeth. He gazed with wide eyes at the clouds, which were grey and stormy. He liked this type of weather. The gloom of it. He thought to himself about how it may rain, and maybe if he was lucky, he would get a thunder storm. Extreme weather was perfect for song inspiration, as for him, it evoked many different emotions that he could muse upon. Today, the grey clouds made him feel like he was at the edge of an apocalyptic oblivion, like the universe was waiting for a storm to begin and he was a mere observer.
These thoughts made him think of a great starting line to a song and he took a sharp breathe in, pulled his paper up and started jotting it down. As he wrote, his tongue stuck out of his mouth slightly in deep concentration. He started whistling what that lyric might sound like. He tried a few different tunes for the lyric until he settled on a particular one, and tried his hardest not to forget how it went by whistling it repeatedly as he grabbed his melodica and tried to figure out how to play it. He found the notes on the melodica and that was it, the song writing had begun. He was in full throttle as he wrote and sang drabs of the song, chopping and changing parts as he went along, making rough notes at the sides of the lines about the rhythm, drum pattern or guitar chords.
This was how 2D loved spending his time. Music was everything to him. It wasn't just something for the weekdays when there was band practise, it was something permanently going on inside of him. He constantly sang lyrics from past and future gorillaz songs as he did tasks like clean his room, or while making dinner for the rest of the gang on the days when it was his turn to. He was constantly testing out different sounds on his synthesizers and as he thought about all this, he found himself subconsciously grinning. He loved music, and he loved his job. Despite the fact that sometimes, his fellow band member Murdoc would make things hard for him.
Murdoc was a complicated man, and 2D couldn't work him out. He has known Murdoc for years and years, and he still doesn't know everything about the man, nor did he want to. Murdoc, from the very moment he hit 2D with his car while 2D worked in the music shop, had made his life hell. Murdoc would take advantage of 2D's generally submissive and agreeable nature by bullying him constantly. 2D also resented the man for having an affair with his ex-girlfriend Paula, years ago, in the toilets of Kong studios, of all places. 2D often wondered, after tolerating a beating from the bassist, why Murdoc did it. Why did he bully him? Often, 2D did nothing to deserve the punches and the kicks that Murdoc would serve him. He just couldn't figure out what about himself that Murdoc found so enraging.
These thoughts would race through his mind, and 2D would become extremely sad whenever Murdoc would throw insults at him undeservedly. Although he knew the man was pure trash, 2D looked upon himself as even more worthless. After being beaten so many times, he started to believe it was all his fault, like he deserved it. 2D felt a single tear run down his cheek as he sat on this bed, holding his melodica with both hands. He rubbed his cheek with the sleeve of his oversized jumper and lay down slowly in his bed, burying himself under the sheets.
2D's electric blue hair was spread outwards on the bed, as he lay sprawled, and still. The lights in his room were off but it was still dimly lit by the sunlight that travelled through the thick stormy clouds out the window. 2D closed his eyes and let the bed sheets consume him. After a good few hours of song writing, he needed a breather. He lay for a few minutes before the silence in his mind became a sudden nicotine-fuelled urge for a cigarette. So he slowly rose from his bed, grabbed the cigarette packet on his bed side table, fumbling in the packet until he found a single cigarette which he lightly bit between his teeth. He walked towards the window sill, where his lighter lay.
2D opened the window and leaned against the window ledge. He looked out of it as he lit the cigarette and took a long drag. When he exhaled, the smoke rose into the outside air, and he watched the swirling smoke, and then he spent a long while observing the world go by, puffing contently.