As I saw them rushing together, I ran up off the couch to break it up. Instead, I mostly just got caught in the middle. John was swinging around me to hit Daron, who was sort of on the floor beneath me. Then Daron picked up my mic stand, which had a thick, metal base, and swung it. I ducked and it hit John square in the forehead, splitting open a gash. I think the sight of blood running down our drummer’s face finally broke the fever in that rehearsal space.
