You and The Gorillaz [OLD AND DISCONTINUED]

Chapter 9: Music Shop

You completely forgot you had to film a video with the fans. If Noodle didn't remind you, you'd be dead to them, seriously. Noodle called the fans' attention "Everyone! Y/N-san film a video for you!".

In a minute everyone went to you. You got your phone and put in on your selfie stick. You asked a fan to hold it for you and he and adjusted it so everyone could be seen. He pressed the start button and you got your ukelele again and started playing a song. You sang to it and and soon the others did too. It seemed like 2-D and Noodle were getting in the action as well. Russel and Murdoc, not as much. You paused the video and planned with your fans how the intro would go. When you figured it out you took control of the stick and resumed. It went something like this:

"Hey guys it's Y/N and I'm with..." You said while your fans blurted out their names.

"and...?"

"Gorillaz!" 2-D, Noodle and Russel shouted. Murdoc tried shielding his face from the camera "Get that thing off me.". You took your phone out of the selfie stick "So yeah, sorry for not updating. I'm staying with the Gorillaz for a while and going to play for their concert tomorrow! See ya!" You said to the camera with your fans waving in the background. "Aaaaannnddd, cut!" You stopped recording.

"Buh-bye, guys! Hope to see you again. This will be uploaded soon." You gave your farewell to your fans.

****

"Finally, they left. I knew we should've worn a disguise." Murdoc said in his raspy voice. "Mudz, don't act like that. You're going to see loads of people like that tomorrow." Russel told him.

"Wha' now?" 2-D asked. "I'm getting qui' bored.". Just as he said that you walked by a music shop.

"G-guys! There's a music shop here. Can we look? Please?" You pleaded. "Fine. We're no' gonna buy anything fo' you. Okay?" Murdoc said bitterly. It was fine. You had money anyway. The four of you walked in and salesman walked up to you "May I help you?" He said in a cheery attitude. "Uh, y-yeah." You asked "D-do you guys have a Yamaha PSS-270?" You had one of those as a child. Your parents probably used it before you, so you wanted to to see if they still had that. "Ah, the PSS-270? I'll check" he went to the back room.

Once he was gone, you had the chance to touch the pianos. You haven't played one in days. You touched a key and soon played an entire song. It was Tomorrow Comes Today, again. Of course.

"Yew know how 'tah play that?!" 2-D didn't believe himself.

"Mm-hm. I played it on the melodica in middle school. It was the first song I learned." You answered. Russel and Murdoc looked at each other, smirking. "Say, Y/N, how about you play the keyboard AND melodica for tomorrow?" Russel suggested. You accepted that offer, but kept silent after. The thought kept occuring​ to you on how things were going on too fast for you. You wanted to hang out with your friends but it's only once in a lifetime you play in a concert, especially a Gorillaz one. You are still going to find a way for this situation.

"Excuse me? Ma'am/Sir...?" The salesman woke you from your trance. "Sorry, we don't have any of those anymore. It's an old model." "H-huh? Oh, yeah. No sweat. It's okay." You forgot about everything. "You got any acoustic amplifiers? Just a small one, about ten to fifteen watts?" You decided while you were there you could get a new amp, your old one was busted months ago. For playing on the streets and all that. The salesman brought you to a section full of amplifiers. You chose a small one Laney with ten watts. It had a camo-ish design (I'm sorry, I'm really into camo things)

It was a bit pricey. You had to use all your money for it, but it wasn't for nothing, in fact, you wanted to try it out the second you got back to the apartment.

After that you exited the mall and got back to the geep. You asked 2-D to hold the amplifier for you, since it was kind of heavy.
Especially when you're just holding onto the back of a vehicle. 2-D started singing 19-2000. You just realized how weird it sounded without music. Nevertheless, it was fun and you joined in. "Get the cool, get the cool shoeshine..." You and Noodle sang.

You and the band got back to the apartment shortly and to their room. You immediately plugged in your aux cable to your guitar to the amplifier, turned it on, and played. It was definitely louder.

"I need a gun... To keep myself among
The poor people are burning in the sun
And they ain't got a chance,
They ain't got a chance..."

You played and sang Dirty Harry. You thought that it'd be amazing for the public.

"Kid, stop being a show-off and get on 'tah practicing for tomorrow." Murdoc hissed. You didn't say anything, you couldn't. It was probably for the better, anyway. Funny, you can talk back to your parents but not someone you've met for a few days. So you got up and turned it off. "Borrow 2-D's keyboard. Looks 'tah me ya dint bring one."

"Y/N, these'll be the songs you gonna play tomorrow." Russel handed you a crumpled piece of paper. It read:

Wednesday, *Y/C:
1. 5/4
2. Tomorrow​ Comes Today (+Y/N, melodica)
4. Clint Eastwood (+Phi Life Cypher, rap) (+Y/N, keyboard)
5. Kids With Guns
6. Dirty Harry (+Bootie Brown, rap) (+Y/N, keyboard)
7. Feel Good Inc. (+De La Soul, rap)

"Oh well, here we go."