"You have to do what?!" 2D said, outraged. You stood in front of him as the music video director gave you a rundown for the next shot. The bright studio lights made you squint slightly, and you could feel the heat of the stage equipment against your skin.

You were the newest member of Gorillaz. Young, fit, talented - and extremely hot, according to the internet forums you'd accidentally stumbled upon last week. The smell of hairspray and latex from the costume department lingered in the air as the stylist adjusted your outfit one last time.

Ever since joining Gorillaz, the singer: 2D had been super overprotective. He hated the attention the fans gave you when you were performing or filming music videos in your outfits. You could hear the distant sound of Murdoc tuning his bass in the next room, completely oblivious to the drama unfolding.

"Nah - you're not doing that," Stu says, turning to you. His blue hair falls into his face as he shakes his head firmly. "Over my dead body." You could feel his hand wrap around your wrist, his fingers calloused from years of playing keyboards.

He said this before tugging you away from the set in an attempt to get you from having to do this further, even if he knew he'd get his way with a little bit of pushing. The cool air of the hallway hit your face as he pulled you away from the bright lights of the studio set.