Disclaimer: The show wouldn't get cancelled like two years ago if I owned it, so I do not own I'm In The Band
Of course the kid would be curious about why I am being such a bitch to Bleed.
After the door shut behind him, I let out a sigh I didn't know I was holding and press my hands to my face.
I wasn't completely lying to the kid when I told him that I, as the leader of Iron Weasel, should have seen through Bleed's illusion that he was betraying Iron Weasel before he left us. That was only a side of the truth.
I let my hands fall at my side and stare at the top of the bunk above me for maybe ten seconds, thinking about nothing. I then close my eyes and resume to the thought I had before, an attempt to try and fall asleep.
I couldn't tell Tripp the entire truth because he would be confused and would find me…
I then fall asleep before I can finish the thought.
It is shortly after the worldwide tour of Iron Weasel's fourth album. I, Burger, and Ash were getting ready to go back to LA to begin laying tracks for our fifth album.
It is after our final concert in Japan, where we were as big as we were in America, we are walking to our new van, that we decided to call the Band Van, when suddenly this man, who is about our age with long blonde hair that is average and a definite rocker style for his attire, is leaning against the new van.
We stop in our tracks and look at this strange man. Who the hell is he? And how did he get back here? And how did he even know where we were going and where the band van was?
He lets out a little chuckle and slaps the side of the trunk a little bit. "She's a beauty isn't she?" He says in a British accent; not as fine as my own, but it is definitely British.
"Who the hell are you?" I ask him, stepping forward a little bit to him. I have this odd liking towards him even though I just met him like ten seconds ago and he is being a little creepy.
He steps back from where he was standing and has his hands held out side-by-side. "I apologize I didn't introduce myself. My name is Bleed, and I absolutely love your band and your music!"
I liked him more as every second passed despite the fact that I shouldn't be.
"I think a great edition for the band would be having a lead guitarist, and I can really shred!" He told us.
I look at him, skeptic. "We'll consider it." I told him.
I turn to my other band members, and then Bleed yells to me that I'm his favorite band member.
I turned back to him and told him he was in the band. I mean, if you love me and say I'm your favorite and that you have skill, then you should be a part of the band.
We were heading off to our hotel room we were staying in before going back home and begin recording the first tracks for our fifth album the following mornings.
I was lying in my bedroom, just admiring my good looks and telling myself I did a great job as always.
And then Bleed comes in.
And the dream dissipates into the black curtain of deep sleep.