Lights Out

Belgium Vlogs

Saturday 28th August.
"Hey, Katie, can someone manage my socials for a bit please? Just Instagram and Twitter."
"Are you still getting the messages?"
I nodded, looking down at the floor. I'd released my Vogue pictures the day before, the magazine having come out this morning. Some of the responses hadn't exactly been too kind.
"If you're getting rape threats continually we can do something about it," Katie said, ducking her head slightly to try and catch my eye.
"No point. They won't stop." I lifted my head back up and smiled lightly. "Just have to ignore them."
"Well I think you look fantastic in those photos."
"Other people do as well, evidently. Anyway yeah, if someone can just manage my accounts for a few days that would be great. I've got to warm up for Qualis but I'll see you later."

I left her and the garage to head into the hospitality. It was chucking it down with rain. Literally pouring. I had my race suit fully done up with a coat over the top followed by a beanie that I'd crammed my blonde curls into. It was horrible weather. And it was cold. I entered my driver's room and took the beanie off my head, sighing as I head to braid my hair again since the hairstyle had become messy under the beanie. I took the coat off too, as it was a nice temperature in the room, and threw it over a chair before taking my place in front of the mirror.
"I'm here," Nick said, coming in and closing the door behind him.
"I know. I wasn't concerned."
"So, if I'd gotten like, kidnapped, and didn't show up for days, you wouldn't be concerned?"
"I don't know why anyone would kidnap you," I scoffed. "First of all, you're a personal trainer so it would be unwise to even try. Saying that they did manage to get you, they'd probably bring you back again for the amount that you talk. Lastly, you're not really a prime target either. You're a guy, and you're old."
"I am not old!"
"Ehhh, you are kinda."
"You're going to pay for that on the treadmill."
"I know," I shrugged. "Give me one minute to finish this off and then we can do warmups."
"Yes boss. Are you vlogging today?"
"Shit! Yes, I am. I was vlogging earlier but I've got a helmet cam for Qualis. Although, I don't know whether they'd be able to see anything. Sky are using it as well. It's live for them but I'm using the footage for my vlog."
"Are they paying you for that?" he chuckled.
"Yep," I replied, popping the 'p'. "They have to. The footage doesn't belong to Red Bull, so they have to."
"Little entrepreneur you are."
"I am not little," I scowled.

"How are the conditions? How are the conditions?"
"Really wet. They need to red flag this."
"Copy, we will pass that on. Are you okay for a flying lap?"
"Yeah, I'll do a quali lap. Who's in front? I know someone's there but I can't see."
"Norris is five seconds ahead. If you are getting spray abort and do it next lap."
"No, no, the spray is fine. I'm go for a flying."
"Copy."
I rounded the penultimate and final corners and accelerated to start my lap. It was raining so hard I was a bit worried about my pace being severely affected. I needed to perform for the team, for my seat on the team. I took the first turn a little wide and cursed myself because of it. I had to get that time back. I accelerated hard down towards Eau Rouge.
"Abort! Abort! Norris is off! Decrease your speed!"
"Fuck!"
It was said too late. I was already halfway up, and as I sped into Raidillon, I hit the debris. It sent my car skidding into the barriers and spinning off, my head bouncing against the sides of my cockpit as the car looped and looped across the track, slowing to a stop near to Lando's. I groaned.
"Jessie, are you okay? What's your condition?"
"I'm alright. Fuck, that's going to make for some good footage. Is Lando alright?"
"Waiting on that. Glad you're okay. Car now approaching is Vettel."
"Can I get out of the car?"
"Uhh, yes. Session has been red flagged. Be careful, please."
"Yeah I will."
I unclipped my seatbelts and took the steering wheel off, placing it on the chassis just in front of the halo, then I climbed out. I looked over to the green Aston Martin, giving Seb a thumbs up before jumping down from my car and reattaching the wheel. My car was a mess, as was Lando's. I could see him moving and ran over to him, flipping my visor up as I did.
"You alright?"
"Yeah, yeah. Are you okay?"
"I'm fine. Do you want help with your seatbelts?"
"I can't get them undone."
I leaned over the cockpit and undid his shoulder straps, getting him free of the seat.
"Thanks."
He followed me in detaching the steering wheel and climbing out, reattaching it once he had.
"Should've been red-flagged," he said as we watched the doctor's car pull up.
"Yep. You sure you're alright?"
"Hurt my elbow a bit but I'm good."
"What even happened?"
"Slipped off the line, got too much curb and hydroplaned. What did you do?"
"Hit debris from your fucking car," I laughed.
"Oh, shit. Sorry about that," he said, chuckling as well. The car stopped in front of us.
"Come on then," I said.