The audition
Mid 2022:
Miles sat in his music studio holding a flyer. The studio had become a home for him in the past couple of months. It had become a sanctuary for him, a place to escape to. The studio along with several instruments and equipment to produce his music also had added cooking supplies, a small cupboard for his clothes and a couch that could turn into a bed. It had been a year since he had that fight with his brother. Miles tried his best not to think about it. He was focusing on something that might be an outlet for the anger and betrayal he felt towards his brother. The flyer read in big letters at the top DRUMMER NEEDED. That was all Miles needed to know.
Two weeks later he was sitting in the waiting room waiting for his name to be called for the audition. The audition that might change his life for the better. A way to forget, everything that happened. As he was waiting his mind started to wander to the last words he shouted at his brother before quitting the life he lived since the age of four. The words THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT was all he could think about at that moment.
Flashback: about 1 year ago
Miles stormed down the hallways towards his brother's office at the top of S.H.I.E.L.D headquarters. Agents quickly got out of his way. They did not want to anger the top agent. That was the number 1 rule at S.H.I.E.L.D. do not mess with Agent Miles. The slam of Nickolas Fury’s office door could be heard down the hallway. That was not the only sound that could be heard in that hallway.
There was a second of silence before the shouting began. “HE WAS 5, NICO!” shouted Miles “ FIVE FUCKING YEARS OLD, FIVE AND YOU THOUGHT THAT HAVING HIM KILLED WAS THE BEST OPTION” To say Director Fury was scared at that moment was the understatement of the century. Every time he tried to speak up Miles shut him down hard coming up with another reason why his decision to let Hydra keep their 5-year-old brother was the worst option out there.
When Fury finally got the chance to speak up he did not choose his words wisely. “Milo, I think you are overreacting,” he said trying to mask how scared he was of his 11-year-old brother
Miles stood there with his mouth wide open. Trying to process those words. When he finally did he stood there in disbelief. Trying to understand why he was overreacting. After what felt like an eternity he started shouting again. “Overreacting, OVERREACTING. OVERREACTING NICO. DO YOU THINK I'M OVERREACTING? YOU’RE THE ONE UNDERREACTING. YOU SEND OUR 5-YEAR-OLD BROTHER TO DIE. DON’T YOU HAVE MORALS. THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT. YOUR FAULT NICO.” Miles paused to catch his breath before stating trying to stay calm “You know what Nico? I quit. I FUCKING quit.” as he finished speaking he threw down his S.H.I.E.L.D-issued ID and gun. Before storming out of the building.
He ran. He ran towards the only place he ever called home. The place where he could be himself. The place where he could show his feelings. As soon as he entered his music studio he locked the door before sinking to the floor sobbing. Sobbing from the pain of losing his brother, sobbing from the feeling of being lost, sobbing from the feeling of being lost, of not knowing who he was and the feeling of nothingness.
End flashback
As Miles sat in the waiting room shaking his head trying to forget those memories he heard his name being called. He slowly stood up following the person who had just called his name into the audition room.
As he entered the room he spotted a long table filled with people that would be the judge of whether or not he was fit for this role as drummer. He made eye contact with the person in the middle of the table. The woman looked at him with curiosity. Miles stood there all of a sudden feeling self-conscious and he started to regret wearing shorts at that moment. His prosthetic leg and leg braces helped him walk after losing his left leg below the knee and the use of his legs made a slite squeaking noise as he was walking towards the drumkit in the middle of the room
Everyone in the room looked curiously at the 12-year-old. Wondering what such a young child had to offer. As Miles sat on the stool in front of the drumkit, started to wonder what song he should play before the opening notes to "Painkiller" by Judas Priest.
By the time he finished the song his forehead was covered in sweat and as he played the last note of the song everyone sitting at the long table in front of him started clapping. When the clapping finally died down after what seemed like forever, the person in the middle opened her mouth and closed it multiple times not knowing what to say.
All their heads turned as they heard the door to the audition room open and close as Taylor Swift entered the room. There was a moment of silence before she said “I think I finally found my drummer for the Eras tour”