Disclaimer: I've said the same thing in the past chapters, but I do not own I'm in the Band.
Throughout the day, I was getting prepared for the concert at Super Nova.
The day was mostly a blur of deciding which songs to perform and in which order, and also what to wear that night.
It felt so surreal: Bleed, Iron Weasel's previous lead guitarist and my former boyfriend, was going to be the opening act of a gig that he booked for the band he was once a part of.
The part of my mind that is superstitious about this whole Bleed ordeal thinks that it is another trick or trap to get Iron Weasel to hit rock bottom again, to break my heart into those billions of pieces that I trusted him to hold onto with his life, that took me until Iron Weasel hit rock bottom to glue back together.
But another part of my brain is trying to assure me that he isn't and that he really has changed and he wants to start over again; that's why he kissed you last night and that's why you two are considering getting back together.
Before I knew it, it was time for us to head off to Super Nova to play our set for the night.
"I can't believe I'm about to play at the same club as my idol." Tripp told us as we were heading for our concert, probably in disbelief at the craziness of it. I kind of feel the same way because twenty-four hours ago, I hated Bleed with an emotion that was stronger than a burning passion; now I am glad that he is in a close vicinity to Iron Weasel.
Tripp was leading the way to the back door of the club, when the bouncer pulled him by the back of his shirt and told him "Eighteen and over only."
Four of us automatically understood what that meant, but Ash assumed it was the number of people we needed in our group to get in backstage.
Bleed stopped him as Ash was walking away to get thirteen more people. "No, I think he means that Tripp is too young to get in; this is terrible!" he explained to Ash and the rest of the band with no emotion hidden underneath, but that didn't immediately register in my mind.
"Oh, please that's a dumb rule." I scoff. "Let's just go in."
"Hey," the bouncer stopped me from ascending the little set of stairs. "Don't make me eat you."
It could have been considered a threat just to make me and the rest of us to walk away, and I was thinking I didn't want to get through him because he was as tall as I was (and I am pretty damn tall, over six feet) and his size and I retreated, claiming that rules are rules.
"Light bulb!" Bleed exclaimed before I can take two steps down the staircase. "I could fill in as lead guitar."
A little part of my mind, the part that overtook me when he visited the band yesterday, is suspicious about this; but before my brain could make up any theories, Bleed just said that it was for the night since disappointing our fans was the last thing we wanted to do, I knew it was only just for tonight because I had that trust in Bleed.
Tripp was a little reluctant and upset, but he ultimately said 'yes' to this. We thank Tripp for allowing us to do this, and head off to prepare for our performance since we had about a half hour before we begin our set.