"What we have to lose"

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The evening with Blair was fun all the way. She made sure I don't feel bad for moving and we had more cocktails. It's the next morning and I get ready for the Friday's free practice. I decided to be at the track earlier today because I watch Formula 2 with the boys as well.
We arrived at the track and walked into the Red Bull Motor home, watching from there. When they were done the boys walked into the garage to get ready themselves. I walked around the paddock when I recognized a face....where do I know him from? Oh that's the boy I ran into at the supermarket. He looked at me and smiled. "Hey you didn't even run me over today." he says laughing. "Haha no i didn't, that's what you meant by 'I may know you'." I told him. "Yes I knew we'd see each other on track because I saw you with the Red Bull team." he replied. And with he I mean Lando, Lando Norris. We had a smalltalk before I had to go back to the garage.
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The two free practices on Friday ended well for the boys, both had a good pace and felt comfortable on the track. Both Daniel and Max came in for massages after the free practices. We talked a lot about Monaco and I told Daniel that I take the apartment that his friend offered me.
In the evening I called my parents, telling about moving to Monaco. "As long as you feel good with your decision, we support you in any way. Plus the weather may be better there so you can catch some sun. And if you ever need something just call us." my dad says. I thanked him and we talked about the Grand Prix this Weekend. I know that my parents would've payed for my apartment in Monaco if I asked them but I didn't want to. I want to be able to live on my own and pay for it, on my own.
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Today's Saturday and I'm exited for the qualifying as usual. Before the qualifying the boys were in such a good mood they forced me to dance with them. I tried to escape since I knew there were cameras and the 'style of Dance' the boys chose was not my best Style. I watched the qualifying from the garage as usual and took pictures for my dad...as usual. I drifted off into my thoughts again. I wish for my dad to be here with me, being able to see everything I can see. I was pulled out of my thoughts because of the engineers that screamed. I tried to find the reason for that and saw Max on P3, Daniel on P2. I celebrated with them and was positively looking forward to tomorrow.
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Sunday has arrived and it didn't go as expected. Vettel won the race what made me happy. I really like him, he's such a nice guy. But after last weeks double podium P5 and P7 for Max and Daniel were a disaster. Not for me but the boys expressed their anger publicly. At least no one threw a glass bottle around this time. I haven't seen any of the boys since the race and decided to give them some space. My phone rang and it was a call from Mr Horner. "Hi Amilia just want to inform you that the we'll fly to the next circuit tonight and not tomorrow, the boys don't want to stay one night longer." he says while sighing. I knew how much stress that created because he has to rearrange everything now. "Ok thanks for letting me know Mr Horner." I replied. "I'm Christian Amilia, not Mr Horner." he says and I could hear him laugh. We ended the call and I pushed all my clothes back into my suitcase, changed into fresh clothes and walked over to the boys rooms.
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I knocked on Daniel's door and he actually opened up. "Hey since we're leaving today I wanted to see if you packed your suitcase." I walked into his room while saying that. I looked around and saw everything in his suitcase. I turned back around to him and saw a sad expression on his face. I pulled him into a hug and told him it'll be ok. He gave me a warm smile and I walked to Max.
He opened after I screamed through the door that it's me. I took a look inside and saw all of his clothes spread around his room. "You wanna leave but don't pack? Doesn't work out." I said to him. He was not even fully listening to me when I asked him if I should pack his bag. He just nodded and stared out of the window.
I grabbed all of his clothes that were laying around and threw them into the suitcase, closing it and walking up to Max. "Max this is nothing like you...normally something like that motivates you to be better...where is that fierce in you?" I ask him probably sounding angry. "I don't know." is all he said and tried to turn around but I stopped him. "Listen to me, you are such a talented driver don't let that one bad result pull you down...if you fall you get back up and come back stronger, understand?!" I ask. He looks at me with wide eyes but nods. I smiled at him and pulled him into a hug. "Thank you." he answered. "You should become a motivation coach."
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