Disclaimer: I don't own I'm In The Band. I'm just a random person who had this idea and made it into words.
I didn't join in the pancake party. As much as I wanted the pancakes, because I really love them, I needed to figure out what the hell I was going to do.
After tonight, I knew that Bleed had Derek on his side completely. I automatically knew in some part of my brain that Bleed was most likely right about the band not believing me, but I still had to try because I wouldn't give into this bastard easily. I knew that I had to fight.
I knew that I had to fight for my position. I know that at this point in time, the new and improved Iron Weasel would only succeed if I was by their side. Not only because Bleed will crumple them down to their knees if he takes my role in the band, but because I know that I am and will forever by the best lead guitarist my favorite rock band of all time, Iron Weasel.
I knew that I had to get him out of the band forever, never to return. The last part might not be exactly what happens, but I have to hope. Bleed is a cold, heartless jerk and I know he deserves to be kicked out of the band. I know that I need him to get out, he is destroying and band if he makes any more damage, I knew that it would be permanent and it would never be fixed the way it was before. What Bleed said earlier is true; it takes longer and more effort to fix something than to break it. I may not be able to stop the damage he would inflict on the band, but I would have to do my best and hope it manageable.
I knew that I had to make sure he didn't crush Derek. I know, and tonight proved it, that he DOES know Derek's every move and that he probably does know Derek better than he knows himself. When Bleed gets out of the band and Derek knows his true motives, he will be heartbroken, but with some time it can be fixed. But I know I have to make sure that it isn't completed crushed and broken and torn. Because if so, then Iron Weasel would probably never be the same again.