You and The Gorillaz [OLD AND DISCONTINUED]

Chapter 10: Getting Ready

(A/N: I'll be writing in different POVs for a change. Since I'm sick and tired of typing the word 'you' over and over. Tell me if writing in different perspectives is a good idea or not. Thanks.)

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Y/N's POV

Ten minutes after Russel handed me the list everyone began to sleep. It's a big day for everyone tomorrow. But I could still go without sleep and be really hyperactive the next day... For some odd reason. So while everyone was sleeping​, I put on my headphones and learned by myself.

I literally worked my butt off last night trying to get 19-2000, while Clint Eastwood and the rest were pretty easy. But 19-2000, it was hard as hell. The timing was very confusing. Especially when you're learning it by ear. Because, let's be real here, the tutorials on the internet just turn the singing parts into the piano parts. After a while, one hour and thirty minutes exactly, I finally mastered it. But I knew something was missing, but I didn't know​ what. Then it hit me:

I completely forgot to practice Dirty Harry.

I'm screwed.

The band is going to kill me, especially Murdoc. But wait, Dirty Harry looks pretty easy. I'm sure I can master it. The music video might have a few chords. I'll try my hardest.

Okay so it took me ten minutes actually figure out the music video didn't even have the correct chords. Well I'm stupid. Nobody's awake yet. I need to learn this, quick. It's six in the morning, I'm not gonna get this on time. Just as I said that, 2-D woke up. "Morning, Y/N. Did yew sleep well? O' didja' sleep at all?" 2-D said while running his eyes. 'Did you sleep at all' I'm not even gonna question that. He knows I didn't sleep, I look like a flippin' vampire. "No..." I took off my headphones, sighing. I decided to tell the truth. He's the guy who knows the chords, anyway.

"L-look, 2-D, uhh..." I was shaking, I didn't wanna say it. But It's my fault, and it looks like he was listening anyway, so I continued "I'm sorry. Don't tell the rest, okay?" I pleaded. "Wha's wrong?" He looked worried. I whispered as silent as I could "I forgot to practice a song. Just one." I choked, adding that last bit.

2-D didn't look too worried about that. It looked to him as if I was about to cry with every word I spat out, and I mean, come on, I'll be playing in front of loads of people, and this is their last show on their tour. "Hey, s'alright. I won' tell tha' others. What didn't yew practice? I'll help ya." He was really nice, I was more than relieved he'd teach me. I told him what I didn't practice. He said it would be easy and we would be done in about ten minutes.  He sat next to me, taking the headphones and tried playing. He unplugged the headphones after. Playing one chord without headphones in the volume I put on would wake up everyone "What if they wa-" I shouted, but in a whispering manner, if that makes sense. "Nah, they won't, I'll be tha' one taking care o' that."

"So, uh, Y/N, fo' the hool on the righ' hand, tha' first key yew'd laik to play's A sharp, 'phen on to a higha' C sharp, then F. Got it?" He taught me. I nodded. Whenever I was lost I'd just follow his lead, and it worked. I was done in no time, at least while nobody was awake yet. I played the full song to show him, it was all correct. "I think you're ready fo' tonight." He said to me, smiling. "Thank you."

Murdoc woke up, he saw the two of us playing the keyboard "Oi, what're ya doin'?" He asked 2-D. "N-nothin'..." 2-D replied. "Ya bettah have not been teaching Y/N.". "Why's that..?" I held onto my shirt. "If he's been teaching ya all nite he wouldn't have tha' energy to go onstage, an' I'm not letting anyone embarass us." He explained to us. I told Murdoc that he kind of did, but that was early in the morning, so he didn't get all that mad. I showed Murdoc what I've been practicing, and he looked amused.

I took a short nap. I knew it was gonna happen. So I set my alarm on my phone in fifteen minutes. My face was flat on the keyboard, it felt weird. But I just couldn't help it, all of a sudden I felt sleepy.

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"One mo' time! I hear somethin' wrong ova' there!" I woke up to hear Murdoc talking as my alarm goes off. "Thank Satan, the kid's awake!" He shouted. "Huh..?" I said. I literally had no idea what was going on. "We're gonna practice. Three hours left." Russel reminded me. Three hours left?! I checked what time I set the alarm. It was set hours than the desired time. I guess I was really tired and wanted to get the alarm over it so I swiped too hard without thinking.

"Y/N, get ya lazy arse off tha seat. We're gonna practice!" Murdoc exclaimed. I rubbed my eyes and nodded softly. "Give me a min." I stood "What song?" I leaned over to the keyboard. "Clint Eastwood." 2-D states. I facepalmed know I'd have to sit back down on chair. "Ya look stoned, Y/N." Murdoc laughed at me. It was really rare for me to sleep while everyone isn't, so I couldn't see straight. Eyes were still cloudy, vision was blurry, whichever term looks cooler. I turned on the keyboard as Russel started the intro. My playing was barely heared but it makes the song sound better anyway. It was only 19-2000 and Dirty Harry that had my part on main.

"We're ready." Murdoc smirked.

I was super excited. Not only I'd be in the concert, but playing with them too. Not to mention I'd also meet artists who collaborated with them. It's probably going to be, and yes, I've said this before; the best day of my life.

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A/N: Eyyyy another note in one chapter. Anyway, sorry for the delay this was the longest I've gone w/ out a chapter. So for my birthday (and mother's day) today I thought I'd give you a chapter :>)