Disclaimer: There is no way the show would be ending in 2011 if I owned it, so I don't own I'm In the Band

"Where have you been, we're on in five minutes!" Burger exclaimed when I finally made it backstage to where Derek, Burger, and Ash were.

It was the night of the Super Nova gig; I normally wouldn't be late to the gig but I had to explain to the band that I had to shower three times since someone, Bleed I am presuming, replaced my hair gel with glue.

After recalling how my hair looked when I first noticed it, Ash just laughed at me and said that I must have looked stupid.

I give him a look mixed with annoyance and confusion, and then Derek starts talking to me.

"And I suppose you think it was Bleed who replace your hair gel with the glue?"

I couldn't help it, I had to be sarcastic at my response. "No Derek, I did it myself."

"Well, there you go, mystery solved!" he tells me and then walks off.

I just stare at him annoyingly; I can't believe how quickly Bleed has managed to fool him into thinking how amazing he is and that he does no wrong. Just yesterday he was at least somewhat suspicious of Bleed; now he doesn't think he can be imperfect. I do have to give him some credit though, that…thing does know Derek more than Derek knows himself.

I then hear Derek's ringtone start buzzing, and Derek, in a serious tone, tells us it's Bleed, naturally.

Derek puts his voice on speaker and asks where he is.

Bleed muffles something that I can't distinguish, but Derek interprets it perfectly. "He's been tied up and thrown in a dumpster just outside the stage door." Even though it was the last thing I wanted to do, I rushed outside with the rest of the band to the outside of the backstage door.

Derek is of course the one to pull Bleed out from the dumpster. "What happened to you?" he asks as he starts untying the rope around his boyfriend-Derek gave me the "honor" of personally telling me that he and Bleed were a couple once again this morning at breakfast, I only felt disgusted only because I know about Bleed's plans and Derek wouldn't believe me, I don't mind (and am used to) gay relationships and that didn't upset me at all.

"I was attacked, by Tripp!" he spit out as the rest of the band turned around to look at me, gasping at how I could have possibly done something like this.

"Really, gasping?" I asked them not just automatically assuming Bleed is right, but because that felt overdramatized, at least to me. "Bleed, did this all to himself."

"Rubbish!" He denies. "How could I give myself a black eye, tie myself up, and throw myself into a dumpster?"

"Light bulb!" I had to imitate that since I fucking hated how he betrayed everything the Bleed I idolized believed in. "I'll tell you how:" I was now just tired of how he could easily move and persuade the band. "Bleed wanted to frame me so he give himself a black eye. Probably…" I look around and see the old shoe and tell them that's how he gave himself the eye.

"Or maybe he ran face-first into that brick wall. But probably the shoe. Then he tied himself up with rope, climbed on a crate, and jumped into the dumpster. But he didn't get high enough and fell to the ground into a puddle of acid. Eventually, he made it in…and boom, one beat-up, acid-washed whacko in a dumpster." I explained; I will admit that maybe I was blinded and wanted to hurt him in my fantasy in how he ended up that way, but I could care less.

"You can't prove any of that stuff!" he bragged as he walked up to me.

"Oh you're right, I can't." I tell him with my arms crossed.

He 'Ha'd!' at me, but little did he realize I had a secret weapon. "But I know someone who can," I start. "The person who I knew who'd be following you around all day."

I then tried to call Izzy out, wherever she was hiding. I turned around when she ask me what was going on, rising from a garbage can near the steps to the entrance of the backstage area.

"Iz, how much of that did I get right?" I asked while I walked over to her.

"Actually, none of it. Bleed paid the bouncer-" I just noticed he was standing at the top of the steps. "twenty bucks to punch him and throw him in the dumpster."

"Guy seemed like a jerk, I would've done it for nothing." He commented in his bass voice.

The three older Iron Weasel members surround Bleed and he finally confesses, with no fake British accent. "Fine, I did it, all of it! I destroyed my own guitar, I tried to frame you for the dumpster job and I don't really have a stupid British accent."

"The guitar and dumpster I could've forgiven you," Derek starts with pure rage hidden underneath his voice. "But nobody steps on the queen's tongue." Obviously referring to the fake he naturally has a British accent.

Izzy then steps up and says he betrayed her best friend and broke her heart. She then went on about how she's never love another man but this random guy who had night-dark hair and pale skin with a guitar case passed by us and she ran over and jumped onto his back and was like "You're cute, marry me.". He held onto her, dropping his case, and they left the alley.

Back to the band, Derek walked to me and said he was sorry the band ever doubted him and turned to tell Bleed that he was out of the band again.

"No he's not." I smirk as Burger and Derek ask me what was going on, but Ash said he was actually following this, which surprised me but I kept it internal.

"I don't wanna kick Bleed out of Iron Weasel because he's a backstabber. I want to kick him out, because he's not the best guitarist this band has ever had. I am." I told Bleed.

He just chuckled though and said: "Kid, I may be a horrible human being who strangers will punch for twenty bucks, but I'm still a better guitarist than you'll ever be."

"There's only one way to find out." I think he knew where I was going.

Ash didn't though, because he thought it would be a match of Dodge Bowling Ball.

"A guitar dual!" I nearly yell at the drummer. I turn back to Bleed and challenge him: "You, me; two guitars; loser walks away from Iron Weasel forever." I knew the potential danger of my deal, but I offered it anyway since I was confident I was the better lead guitarist.

Ash then says: "And if it's a tie you play Dodge Bowling Ball."

I don't think I have to say that I won the guitar dual. It only lasted three rounds, and I beat Bleed by shredding the guitar in his face until he was lying on the ground and when the amp that my guitar was connected to blew a fuse in sparks and smoke.

The whole audience cheered, and my fellow band mates came onto the stage and applauded with the crowd.

"Hey, you wanna throw that guy back in the dumpster?!" I yelled to the bouncer.

He walked towards Bleed. "Oh yeah, I love taking out the trash."

He then picked Bleed up and flung him over his shoulder and walked off the stage, obviously to throw him in the dumpster.

Iron Weasel stood and celebrated for a few more seconds before we actually performed our set for the night. Needless to say, it rocked.

But when me and the bass guitarist and the drummer were backstage to put up equipment away, I realized something that I can't believe I didn't notice almost immediately.

"Guys," I freeze the two band members in their tracks. "Where's Derek?"