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Murdoc's Victory	By : HellsFunnyHome Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Gorillaz Views: 1744 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Damien Albarn and Jamie Hewlett are the rightful owners of the Gorillaz. I don't know them, own them, or make any money from them. I also do not know any characters from the band Gorillaz. This is a creation of pure fiction, made up from

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I would just like to say that I'm really happy with this story but, even though I know where it's going in the long run, I'm starting to lose my zest for it. I apologize if my work is not up to par with what I could be writing but there's been a lot of shit going on. Not to mention the more time I spend away from this fic the less excited I get about it. The amusement eventually comes back to me but I hate writing and posting chapters with weeks in between each other. That being said, I hope you enjoy this chapter and hopefully I'll get more reviews to pep myself up.

Vicky made her way groggily to her small bathroom. In a matter of minutes she had washed away the sticky sweat left over from Kong. Perhaps spending the night with 2D wasn't the best idea. She smiled, 'Nah. It's the best thing yet,' noting the faint soreness she felt throughout her body, in particular her most intimate place. She stretched, relaxing multiple muscles, and grabbed her large towel, making her way to the bedroom.

She could already smell the fresh coffee coming from her kitchenette by the time she put on her black jersey blazer over her bright coral dress with the frilled trim. Looking at the digital clock by her bed, she quickly put on her black tights and her black court shoes, speeding up her early morning process to save time. She clacked her way into the kitchen, pouring her favorite hazelnut flavored coffee into her travel mug and putting a bagel into the toaster.

Checking the time once again, Vicky was relieved to find she still had an hour to finish her personal prep before she had to be at the school so she sat in her kitchen table, choosing a matching coral eyeshadow and applying light eyeliner followed with a nude lipgloss and the sound of the bagel popping out of the toaster.

As Vicky prepared her bagel with extra cream cheese, she hummed all the while imagining just how today would go.

She froze. 'Oh shit!'

Vicky let go of the knife she was holding and ran over to her purse, which she had prepared days earlier just to save time, hoping to god that her sample CD was in there though she knew it wasn't. She sat down in her sofa, thinking until it came to her. “Oh nooooo.” She moaned. “I never fucking grabbed it! Shit!”

Vicky ran into room, unplugging her cellphone and calling Murdoc. “Come on, pick up, pick up!” The machine went straight to voicemail. “Fuck.” She tried four more times with no luck. “Damn it!” She grabbed her coral earrings and threw them into her bag before running out her door and hailing a taxi.

The ride to Kong seemed to take a lot longer than usual, reason for Vicky to check the time. '8:15.' She had less than forty-five minutes to arrive at Westlands Primary School to interview with the headmaster. “Excuse me,” she noted to the cab driver. “Is there anyway you could drive a little faster I'm kind of in a hurry.”

“Well ya see, it's here rush time when everyone's trynna get to work. Not much I can do, sorry.”

Vicky grinned half heartily, hoping that Murdoc would answer this time. No such luck. She had no relief but to chew on her thumbnail and bounce her leg rapidly.

By the time the taxi arrived at Kong, Vicky was damn near close to a heart attack and she ran out of the taxi before pausing and turning right back around to grab her purse, pay, and ask him to wait for her. She ran straight up the winded path of Kong and started ringing the bell all the while trying to catch her breath. “I need,” she panted. “To stop smoking.” Finally 2D opened the door, looking surprised.

“'ey, beau'iful-”

“Sorry, D, no time. Is Murdoc here?” She interrupted, walking into the lobby.

“Yeh, ah s'pose, wh-” 2D was left confused.

“Thanks!” She gave him a quick peck before dashing to the lift and pressing the button for the car park. Quickly checking the time again, Vicky felt the world crashing as her phone read 8:36. She was never going to make it but she kept on her race against time. She ran to the door of the Winnie and started banging on the door.

“What?” Murdoc yelled as he flung open the door wearing his jeans for once. “Oh it's you.” He grimaced. “Waddayah want?”

“Murdoc,” she panted. “I need my CD. My interview is in less than half an hour and it takes longer to get there. So please just give it to me and you can go back to sleep.”

Murdoc grumbled, closing his door in Vicky's face.

“You fucking asshole!” She started banging on his door again, louder this time. “I need that fucking CD right NOW!” Her eyes beginning to water at her frustration. “Damn it Murdoc!”

He came out just as she banged the door causing her to almost topple him over. “That's no way to treat me, especially when I have yah in my personal drinking cup.”

“What the fuck?” She had no time for his nonsense.

Murdoc rolled his eyes. “Nothin'. Come on.” He grabbed her by her wrist and led her to a broken down car.

“What's this?”

“Satan help me. Look. Just get in the soddin' geep. Do yah wanna get there or not?”

“Can you drive fast?” Vicky bit her lip.

“Yah worry about fixin' yahr hair 'n' I'll worry 'bout fast, alright? Now get. In.” He jumped in and turned the car on.

Murdoc turned off the car and lit a cigarette. “Aren't yah gonna go in?” He turned to smirk at Vicky who was holding on to her seat as if for the life of her.

“What time?” She managed to squeak out despite her heart beating about two or three times what it normally did.

“9:03. Yah should hurry.” He waved the CD and when she finally opened her eyes put it in her purse.

“Right.” Vicky grabbed her necessities and stepped out of the geep, glad she still had her balance and hurriedly smoothed down her hair, for once grateful that her thick hair was stubborn and still mostly in place. After speaking with the headmaster's secretary she was finally allowed in and with a deep breath she walked into his office.

“Ahh, Miss Ramon. I was almost afraid you weren't going to make it.” He smiled with kind sparkling hazel eyes.

“I'm really very sorry. There were some unexpected occurrences this morning and I would have called in if I wasn't able to come, even though I should have called in that I was going to be late-”

“That's quite all right Miss Ramon.” The headmaster chuckled. “No need to explain, it always seems that on our most important days we run into the most intervening obstacles.”

“Right.” Vicky smiled, feeling her nerves showing. She handed him her resume to which he glanced at before returning his kind yet intimidating gaze to her.

“So tell me, Miss Ramon, what brings you out here to Chelmsford all the way from America?”

“Well,” she cleared her throat. “I was in London some time last year with the Chicago Symphony Orchestra–we were on tour–and that was my first time here in the UK ever.” She saw him nodding approvingly and kept going. “I'd always wanted to come and once I was um,” Vicky blushed. “… let go I decided if I was going to start over I should do it somewhere new as well.” She smiled at him.

“That's nice to hear, unfortunate are your circumstances however. Why were you let go, if I may ask?” He turned his head, which was placed on his clasped hands.

“My style, I guess. I played well enough that they kept me on for four years but I guess they weren't really looking for someone that likes piercings, tattoos, and heavy metal.” Vicky winced internally, knowing she was giving away too much information especially for the position she was interviewing for.

“Yes, I can see.”

“Huh?”

“I don't know if you meant to remove them but it's not usual for someone to wear that much jewelery to a teaching interview is it?”

Vicky's face went pale then red. “I'm sorry. I was going to take them off but I just-”

“It's quite alright, really. I must say I was surprised when I saw you walk in but you have excellent credentials and you seem like a very sweet young lady.” He said while looking through her thin portfolio.

“Heh…” Vicky felt her heart race once again.

“Besides, I would consider myself an old 'rocker' myself,” the headmaster grinned.

“Really?” Vicky looked up at him, his eyes smiling with him.

“Oh yes. Of course I grew up in the era with the Beatles, Hendrix, CCR, and even a little Bowie. Somewhat different but nonetheless.”

“No way! Those are the classics!” She cleared her throat and lowered her voice.

“Yes, quite. I might not listen to heavy metal or the sort but I understand what it's like to not be approved of in some circles. But the truth does stand that this is an educational center full of young children. One might consider the possibility of frightening some of them?” He quirked his head.

“Yes well, I might be a fan of hard rock with a couple piercings and tattoos here and there but that doesn't make me horrid or unkind. I really like children, the younger the better! I also find that people tend to gloss over how accepting young children can actually be. I have experience with children both in my family and out of it, children seem to like me at all ages. Even those that are a little scared by my manner I seem to win over eventually, not to seem too vain. Besides, when it comes to music I believe that it's not just about appearances, it's about the quality and meaning behind what you listen to, or in my case what I can teach.”

“Do you have experience teaching?”

“Not at a professional level like this but I have taken on private students since I was 14. And I really do love music and children. So really, who's the better teacher; the one who's been teaching for twenty-some years yet has no real interest in a subject past the classroom or the one who is really and truly impassioned by it?” Vicky sat, fidgeting in her chair, while she watched the headmaster write down some notes on her papers.

“You really are a remarkable person Miss Ramon. I believe that will conclude our meeting, I just need some type of example of your musical ability and we should be all set.”

Vicky dug into her purse and pulled out her CD, thanking the heavens everything was over and done with. “Thank you for this opportunity, I really appreciate this.”

“It was our pleasure, hopefully we get to see more of you in the Fall months.” He shook her hand and with that Vicky was out the door.
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