˜"*°• BANDAID •°*"˜ || Elijah Hewson- Inhaler

Give me a chance (Intro)

Mirella POV
'I can't believe my mother made me go back to this waiting room once again', she thought to herself. Mirella was sat in front of the office of a university her mother's been trying to get her in for the past 2 years. She was 21 by now and after Highschool she's been working on herself and her music and went far away from a reason to go to university when music was the only thing she enjoyed doing. Everything else seemed like a burden, like a job and not a choice. Mirella has been struggling with her mental health since moving away from her mother to visit a Highschool in Dublin. Her mother is from Sheffield and so is her stepfather but after a few incidents and issues she's been dealing with due to her parents, she wanted to get away from them and took school as a really good excuse to see them less but more like nothing at all. It worked well the last year of Highschool but little did she know, her mother was desperate to see her work her ass off in school and then become a lawyer or get some sort of degree so that the financial support she gave to her first born daughter would eventually pay off.
Her stepfather is a neurosurgeon, so she didn't even bother to feel like he would notice the money flowing to her to make a living out of it. Her mother enjoyed her life as a stay at home wife; I mean who wouldn't?
Mirella got treated like a burden at home because she refused to accept her stepfather as her 'father father', so instead of having to deal with a teenage girl that doesn't obey what her father commands nor listen to her mother, which she doesn't have a good relationship with anyway, why not just send her far away and give her money so we don't feel bad as parents, right?
She hated her mother for treating her like a box she could send around to avoid problems which formed out of her being a bad parent. Why have your mistakes in front of you when they can just be gone? At least for a while until they come back and annoy you even more than before. That's how her mother felt right now. She was in the principals office whilst Mirella sat outside waiting for her mother to finish begging them to take her again after last semester. I've went to school for a total of 2 weeks and then just decided to never go again. She didn't notice it until months later when she decided to call and see and check how my grades were.
The university looked like a grey painted brick and the air smelled like fresh paint and wheels. The floors were wooden and made an annoying squeaky sound which drove her crazy. The hallway she sits in is long but not that wide. Sitting on that chair she was able to touch the opposite wall if she would've stretch her legs out completely. The air conditioner next to her head, hardly hidden behind the curtains at the window made a horrible sound.
One thing about Mirella is her advanced hearing. It was a great help for her music but in everyday situations it drove her insane and made her have a panic attack in public here and there.
But music? Nah, that was a whole different story. Everything was balanced and under control. It hugs your ears and makes your soul float. She always thought about melodies she's played on her guitar in moments like these to calm her. The only thing that caught her attention in the colourless corridor was a pinboard with posters overlapping on it. She saw a theatre course and some adds. A mental health hotline and an old little card about covid. But one thing caught her eye. A poster prominently displayed in the middle of the pinboard.

| "OPEN CASTING- Inhaler" |
|-looking for a talent go on tour |
| with the band as a guitarist |
...

She looked up to the ceiling mumbling, "is this the sign I've been asking you for the past 2 years?".
Her mother sat not even 10 feet away from her.
'I can't just dip and leave her hanging again. She will make me go to Sheffield again and then it's over with music. If I stay here I get to stay in Dublin away from that miserable life with my "parents". But I don't wanna go to uni. It's going to kill my strength and energy which I need for my music. This can't be it.' Her inner thoughts were circling in her head but a weird noise from the air conditioner snapped her back into reality. It was quiet, except for those noises no one but her noticed. In front of her the principals office. The door was seemingly see-through and she noticed her mom thanking the director and lifting herself from the seat. She panicked and looked around herself. The noises the grey colours.
"Fuck I can't do this.", she said to herself before immediately standing up, rushing down the hall and tearing the poster down taking it with her.
Leaving the entrance of the building she heard her mother call out her name through the hallways of the floor. Her apartment was far from where she was right now but she took out her AirPods and put on the album 'AM- Arctic Monkeys'. Mirella didn't look at the poster again and shoved it into her bag. What if there was something making her nervous written on the poster? She wouldn't be able to handle a single feeling of regret about the casting right now so she just went home and left that feeling of guilt and regret unfold as soon as she stepped through the door. Walking down the street she looked at the sky mumbling to herself again:
"I'll give it one more chance, one more chance for you dad."