I'm sorry for the last long chapter; I just felt that it would go better like that. Thankfully this chapter shouldn't be as long as Tears to Shed was. Hopefully this one will turn out okay too.

I don't own the Gorillaz, but I do own Cameron; and Casey too!

Cameron's POV

Oh my GOD! I cannot believe I did that, even Casey agrees that if I had really wanted to fail 'Tears to Shed' wouldn't have sounded that beautiful.

Though it does make me feel good to know that I made the whole house cry. I'm awesome, I'll admit it. But if I want to epically fail I need to ruin my next song… I'm so screwed.

"My god, where have you been hiding this talent!" both Casey and I look up as we're approached by what looked like walking road kill. The… man? Let's go with man. Man, flounced towards us waving his hands about and smiling.

I'm not sure if you're supposed to develop Tunnel Vision unless you're dying of hunger but that's what I had suddenly. It was like nothing mattered except disposing of this thing as humanly as possible.

Have you ever seen a squished snake, the kind with its brains exploding out onto the ground? Yeah well this was like that except somebody had bred it with a weasel to make it twice as slimy. Greasy black hair spilled out over the strangest hair band I'd ever seen, I swear it was made from human skin, while beady black eyes glared at- actually I'm not sure where they were glaring since they seemed off center, by a lot- from over a thick pair of shiny blue sunglasses. Long black nails dangled with tiny chains and paste on gems, and the skin… (Let's just say I've seen diseased cows look healthier then that!) And then it smiled.

"Cameron! Stop squealing!" I blinked and shut my mouth. The man- I'm still not sure if man is the right word, maybe dying alien- narrowed his eyes and licked the sharp green teeth with a long tongue. Horror, nothing but horror coursed through my veins.

"Casey, can I talk to you for a moment?" I asked still staring at the monstrosity of deformation standing in front of us.

"Yeah, okay." Casey pulled me over to a nearby corner and turned me around. "Do you know who that is?" she squealed.

"An alien sent here from Europia to deform us all by looking at us?" I hazarded a guess. She frowned and huffed, a sure sign that she had obviously not seen what I'd seen.

"He's Monty Denaldaro, the famous music critic from Great Britain." Blinking I looked past her and at the man again, his beady black eyes met mine and I shivered in fear.

"Someone should critic his face." I mumbled, noting the frown that took hold of Monty's face. "Can he hear us?" I asked.

"Be nice he's probably here to give the award or, even better, a contract with a music company."

"I really don't want to have anything he's touched, in all honesty." Nor did I think Casey was any attention to what I was saying. With a sigh I studied the strange- and supposedly human- music critic. I was almost certain that he could hear us since he kept frowning in my direction and growing all cocky whenever Casey told me some fact about him.

"Cameron," Casey grabbed my arm in sudden realization. Looking down I stared at her with large grey eyes. "If he's here then you can't fail, you must succeed! You must become famous!" she said with sudden seriousness.

"I don't want to be famous." I whined, turning my gaze back towards the alien. I'd decided it didn't matter if Casey believed he was human I knew the truth. That thing was no human, it was a dying alien come to take over my body.

"Come on!" She pulled my back over to the alien. She threw her hand out and grinned at him.

"Well, finally." I heard it mutter, such a scratchy voice I thought wondering if I could get away with shooting a famous music critic by saying he was an alien.

"Mr. Denaldaro, I'm Casey Manchester and this is my best friend and singer doubling as a musician Cameron Luna, a goddess in the arts of musical whims!" Casey chattered away while Monty and I stared at each other.

Curiosity bubbled through my veins, making questions surface and hiss inside my brain. Without thinking I asked one. "Are you from outer space?"

Even Casey turned to look at me surprise written across her face in large black letters. And if her face looked shocked then Monty's was the exact opposite. His was… pleasantly insulted.

"May I confer with you in our meeting room?" he asked, and before I had the chance to reply Casey shoved my forward into his outstretched hand and was giving me a thumbs up while he dragged me away.

When we turned a corner and I couldn't see Casey anymore I felt like I was going to cry. So to cover up my discomfort I did the thing I was best at in these kinds of predicaments, I talked.

"Where are we going? Why do you want my body? When will I get it back? And, more importantly, can I scream for help now?" Or to be more exact I fired off a thick and seemingly endless stream of questions. "Can I get an IOU? Will you fail the-"

"Enough!" the man screamed shoving me inside a janitorial closet. "Why do you talk so much?"

"It's a reflex action when I get scared." I answered blinking my grey eyes.

He sighed, pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed.

"Okay, listen I'm going to ask you several questions and you're going to say the first thing that comes into your mind. M'k?" I nodded because what else could I do?

"Why did you enter this competition?" was the first question, this one I considered easy.

"I didn't, Casey signed me up when my back was turned. I'm never leaving her alone." I fired off while looking 'round the room. A small wooden chair sat in the middle of the room surrounded by a pile of ropes. I gulped.

"Alright then," I turned back around and noticed the clipboard in the alien's hands. I gulped. "Now, what is your favorite instrument?"

"Piano, or keyboard either one is good with me. But I like playing any you hand over to me."

"What's your favorite music?"

"Anything with a beat I can dance to and is a challenge to play."

"How old are you?"

"I'm 17, going on 18 next Thursday."

"Have you ever had a boyfriend?"

"Negative."

"Have you ever heard of the Gorillaz before?"

"I've heard Melancholy Hill, Feel Good Inc., and a bunch of others by them if that's what you mean." At this point I was thoroughly bamboozled, what kind of critic asks you about your favorite instrument then your love life?"

"You have a favorite color and shape?"

"Depends on my mood, right now? It would have to be a giant green question mark."

"Got a favorite food?"

"All hail Mac & Cheese!" I grinned, finally a question I can relatively understand.

"Why do you like it?"

"It's cheesy!"

"And finally what will you do when you win?" I laughed, relief flooded through me.

"Trust me I won't win, I'm going to make damn sure I don't." I said with absolute certainty. The black haired man looked at me for a moment before reopening the door and shoving me out.

"Thank you for your time, have a nice day, you know and the whole whatever." He said before he turned and walked down the hallway. I stood there in silence blinking at what just happened, and I probably would have stood there if not for the ten minute warning bell.

With my brain addled I made my way back to Casey and our game plan. Still trying to figure out what was going on and why nothing made sense.

Well folks so end chapter two, next up 'Meet Me Halfway'! Until then, bye!