Disclaimer: I do not own the Disney XD show I'm in the Band. I'm just a random person who stumbled on this show and came up with this idea.
Okay, Bleed taking my role for lead guitarist for tonight wasn't my ultimate plan, but if it is to satisfy the fans I understand why this has to happen. Even though the fanbase is relatively small because we are barely off the bottom and Iron Weasel was more popular back in the late eighties' and the nineties' then nowadays in the twenty-first century.
The band thanked me and walked up the steps to the backstage area to prepare for the concert that night. Bleed was the last one to go up the steps, and he told him he would try to perform like I would but it wouldn't be easy.
He looked inside to make sure the band wasn't watching him and he closed the door, and he said, with absolutely no trace of an accent: "What will be easy, is taking your place in the band." A pause as a million questions, thanks to my confusion, nearly overflows my brain. "You're out, I'm in."
"What?" naturally the first question I ask is that word. "What happened to your British accent?"
"It's fake." He blatantly points out. "Just like my maniacal laugh."
He then laughs like a crazy and evil human.
"This is my normal laugh." And it apparently is like a group of the popular girls giggling like there is a secret about a guy that passes by in the hallway, or when they pointed out something that is only kept between them.
Bleed manically laughs again, and heads inside the building to prepare to perform in thirty minutes.
I then realize something big; how the hell am I supposed to get home? I don't have my driver's license, and even if I did I can't drive the band van because how is the rest of the band going to get home?
I open the door, without actually getting inside, and I see Bleed turning around to look at me, on the final step that leads to the backstage area.
"What do you want? You can't get inside and tell the rest of the band about our conversation because you are too young." He asks in a whisper in his normal voice, enough to talk to me, but at a level the rest of the band can't here.
"One of you guys needs to drive me home." I say out loud so all four of the members can hear. And also I am testing to see how fast Bleed can put up the mask that he puts up with the older Iron Weasel members.
"Oh!" Bleed says out loud with his fake British accent. Damn it. "Sorry we didn't think about that lad, I'll drive you home; I don't want to bother the rest of the band since they have to get ready."
Derek stands still and stares at Bleed for a second, probably processing what just happened. He shook his head and walked to Bleed. "Thanks for that Bleed, I'm a little too busy right now and I didn't even think about who would take Tripp home."
"Derek," he says in an innocent voice that reminds me that I used the tone when I asked the three original members to consider me joining the band. Bleed was using that same trick to his advantage, but I knew that it was only for some kind of evil that I didn't know of. "It's okay, I understand that being the band leader can be a stressful thing; especially with two band members who aren't as smart as you."
They are really close to each other and almost holding each other when Bleed leans up to Derek and kisses him on the lips.
In this situation, I felt awkward inside and out. Not only because two guys who I have idolized the most are kissing each other before my very eyes, but also because I am supposed to be heading home with Bleed driving and Derek with the other three band members, preparing to play their set.
I almost take half a step in, but Bleed notices and breaks away from Derek, and they both seem a little disappointed this moment had to end. "Sorry about that lad, let's take you home."
Bleed slips behind me, and I close the door and follow Bleed to the Band Van, which is parked on the side of the street about a block away from the club and entrance to backstage.
He lets out an exasperated breath. "The only reason I am doing this is because we should probably have a discussion about this whole situation." He unlocks the sliding side door to the Band Van and climbs in it and occupies the driver seat.
I follow after him and slide the door shut, place my case with Angie, my guitar that rock at every concert, on the ground against the bottom of the seats in the back, and I climb to the shotgun seat. Bleed starts the engine and starts to head to my home.
The first couple of minute pass by in silence.
I am, much to even my surprise, break the almost-eerie quiet, "Why, exactly, did you offer to drive me back home?"
"Because I want to tell you exactly what I am doing back in the band."
"Why are you telling me whatever you have to tell me when I could easily pass this on to the rest of the band?"
He laughs that creepy and weird laugh he said was his normal one. "Do you really think they would believe you, a kid for god's sake?"
"Excuse you, but I am a teenager and the NEW lead guitarist of Iron Weasel."
"It won't be for much longer you know," Bleed confesses as he turns onto the street that I live on. "Because I will be the new NEW lead guitarist, since it takes so much longer and more effort to repair something than to break it. Just like when Iron Weasel hit rock bottom."
"Why start with that when you could just tell me the whole story?" I ask. Why is he stalling with telling me whatever he wants to tell me?
"Because, it is something you should know, especially since anyone you tell this too won't believe it. Let me tell you this little tale, now you better remember it because I won't say this twice." Bleed says.
"When Iron Weasel was going on a worldwide tour for their fourth album, Metal Wolf was opening for them for the first and second leg of the tour. Metal Wolf and Iron Weasel did not get along at all and were rivals to the bitter core, and they fought over little things that weren't as important as the performances, since Metal Wolf knew that there was nothing they could do without getting in deep trouble. So, once they were done with the tour, Savage, the leader of Metal Wolf, contacted me and told me to think of a way, any possible way, to bring Iron Weasel down to rock bottom. He didn't care how I did it as long as I did it. I told them that I could start the chain reaction of events, but not do it all the way; they would have to complete it. Savage agreed and once the worldwide tour of their fourth album ended, I convinced Derek to let me join the band by using the power of biased opinion.
"Another reason I agreed to Savage's deal, was because I've always hated Iron Weasel. I mean, they are such dimwits I don't even know how they are rock stars to be honest. I knew that if I was going to back the band fall to their knees, I had to crush Derek's heart and his confidence. So I came up with the plan to get the money from the club that was supposed to be divided between all four of us. And one night, when Iron Weasel didn't have a whole lot of money, I left them. I knew it would break Derek's heart since he was in complete love with me, and it would bring his confidence down. It did, and his confidence was wavering a little bit, I could tell because I knew, and still know, Derek's every move and those unconscious movements he does, and I knew that he was beginning to lose it. Six months later, Metal Wolf let the next part of the plan slide into place and stole the gig at Madison Square Garden. And it worked. Derek lost every ounce of confidence he had; Iron Weasel lost gigs and he was questioning everything about his life and when he lost the record deal, we knew the plan worked because we knew that they hit rock bottom.
"Now, get the hell out of here and do whatever teenagers do on Friday nights." He finished his monologue.
Everything that happened in real life was just a haze with what Bleed just poured on me, as I got out of the Band Van with my guitar by my side and walking into the house.
It was all a plan to get Iron Weasel to hit rock bottom, and Bleed was the first part of it and the one who came up with the whole thing. I didn't' expect that Metal Wolf would have a role to play in this, I loved their music and from what I read online, Metal Wolf took control on the Madison Square Garden concert since Iron Weasel never arrived. Now I know that, along with Bleed's history in Iron Weasel, is a lie, I wonder what else in the band's history that I have read is a nothing but a cover story.
I knew the second Bleed didn't have an accent, he was a cruel human being, but this is something that just proves that he doesn't have a single sense of a moral conscience inside him.
