„Is something wrong?"
I snapped out of it and looked into the worried face of my interviewer.
„Yeah, uh, no, of course not. I'm sorry, what were you asking me again?", I replied and tried to concentrate on my breathing again. Inhale through nose, exhale through mouth. Slow and steady.
Immediately after getting woken up by the alarm this morning, I knew that this day was just going to be about surviving it.
I felt like throwing up constantly, paired with a shredding headache. My driver's room luckily had a daybed, and after forcing myself to eat something and putting in a little nap at noon, the afternoon was by far not as bad as my morning, but I still swore to myself that I'd never drink something the night before media day ever again. And they say Kimi Raikkonen used to party the night before a race and still end up on the podium. What a madman.
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Fanfictionthe sun broke through the clouds and made her braids look like two golden chains running down her back. I glanced at her face, her eyes lost in the hustle and bustle around us in the padock. if someone could ever be perfection, it would be that girl...
