Disclaimer: I am just a random person who just really loves this show and wants to express how much I love it. I don't own I'm In the Band.
Bleed came to my front door, in an attempt to rejoin Iron Weasel, the band I am lead guitarist on.
When I saw him, my heart began to beat very fast. Bleed, Iron Weasel's original lead guitarist. He wanted to rejoin the band.
I was the only one in the band who was really nice to him. Derek, Burger, and Ash were being really, really mean to him and denied everything he wanted to do and tried to convince me he was bad. I mean, I believe the story and everything, but anyone can change right?
The other band members, I wasn't too concerned about asking why they didn't want Bleed back, they would listen and obey Derek for the most part anyway. But Derek, the leader and singer of Iron Weasel, why is he so paranoid about not letting Bleed back in the band?
Without completely realizing it, I toke Derek into the band's bedroom to interrogate him for answers before dinner.
"What do you want kid?" Derek annoyingly asked me in his thick British accent.
"It's about Bleed." I truthfully tell him.
For a fraction of a second, although I can be sure that it was real and not a just flicker of my imagination, I see Derek's face fall. His eyes are filled with memories of a distant past that I don't know of and I can't envision. But he regains the same face as he masked before in almost that same time. "What about Bleed?" He asks skeptically.
"Why are you so paranoid about him? You are insane about everything he does and say 'no' to his questions. You denied letting him stay to jam with us, you denied letting him stay the night, and you just are being annoying around him-"
"We told you why kid!"
"Yeah, but I want more answers." Derek freezes. "Why are you crazier about Bleed than Ash or Burger?"
He presses his lips together then locks eyes with me again. "It was especially hard on me, as the leader, because I should have seen though this trick, and I was outsmarted instead." He then walks to his bed to sit down on it to untie his boots as he mutters what sounds like 'Metal Wolf…Madison Square Garden…'
"Derek," I take a step forward and ask in a confused voice: "what are you doing?"
"I'm," he throws his boots under the bunk bed and stands up to pull his sheets back. "going to sleep."
I am confused. It is obvious Derek wants to avoid whatever he is hiding from me, it is as clear as crystal and even Ash wouldn't be fooled, but it's only like six in the afternoon, barely the evening. "But Derek, what about dinner?"
"I'm not hungry."
I feel the desire to push him more for answers; I want to get whatever he has locked in his mind out of there, but something stops me. I take a step back and tell Derek to have a good night, even though the sky has barely begun to set, and turn the lights off and close the door and head off to dinner with the rest of Iron Weasel.