Disclaimer: I am really tired, so I'm just going to blatantly say that I don't own I'm in the Band.
"Hey kid!" I yelled to Tripp as I walked into the garage with the rest of the band. "Bleed booked us another gig at Super Nova tonight." Except for Tripp, we all cheered and Bleed and I high-fived each other; we decided to make our relationship official last night during the pancake party and I am nothing but happy about that.
"Don't you get it?" the kid starts and points to Bleed. "Bleed knows I can't play at eighteen-and-over clubs; he's squeezing me out."
"Let your guard down mate, tonight's an all-ages gig you're good." He said as he walked over to his guitar case. Why was the kid acting so paranoid around Bleed? He is mischievous but there is no way he would kick Tripp out of the band!
I was brought out of my reverie thanks to Bleed letting out a scream full of upset.
Bleed then pulled out his guitar, one side of the guitar's body was destroyed but the rest was still intact, and started crying and mumbled something no one in the room, not even me, could deceiver.
The two older band members and I asked him 'What, non-verbally asking him to repeat what he slurred.
He did repeat what he said, but me, Burger, and Ash asked him what he said again; but a second later I understood exactly what he said.
"'Who would do such a horrible thing to me on the night of my gig?'" I translated for everyone in the room to hear.
Us three older band members 'Ohh…' in understanding of what he said, then our brains processed a theory of WHO would do such a horrible thing to Bleed on the night of his gig. Our 'Ohh…' turned bitter and we crossed out arms to glare at the kid.
"What?" Tripp asked with slight confusion in his tone. "I didn't do it."
"Yeah," Bleed starts walking to the other side of the garage. "Let's not jump to conclusions; even though he was alone with my guitar all morning."
The connection clicked in my mind. "So, if he was alone with your guitar all morning, it means that he…could have done it!" Me and the bass guitarist and drummer turned to look at Tripp, even though I didn't fully believe what I said.
"No," we turn back to look at my boyfriend. "He would have to have a motive; like thinking I would try to squeeze him out of the band." We turn to look at the co-lead guitarist, who, in a dark corner of my mind, I am already considering kicking him out of the band.
Ash points an accusing finger at Tripp. "He said he thinks your-"we turn back to Bleed. "trying to squeeze-" turn back to the kid. "him out of the band."
A couple of seconds pass, and Tripp nearly mumbles to look at Bleed quickly, but when we do he has an innocent face on; what was the point of that kid? It's not like Bleed is trying to destroy the band again; anyone can change.
"It's alright guys, I forgive him; he's just a jealous boy." He starts walking back to the other side of the room, probably heading back to the house, and I give him a quick sympathetic pat on the back. "I'm going to go try to fix my guitar." He stops by Tripp. "And say a prayer, for Tripp." He then leaves the garage.
"Bleed is trying to frame me." Tripp starts annoying us with this nonsense. "He destroyed his own guitar!"
Burger stepped forward. "Why would anyone destroy his own guitar?" He is on the other side of the garage. "He'd have to be all like:" He grabs a guitar and demonstrates by, I don't know if he consciously knew he was doing it, destroying one of the many guitars Tripp has. Burger flings it down towards the ground three times before he stopped; the third time guitar pieces flew everywhere, and asked why anyone would do that.