𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜- Taylor Swift

Dazed and Confused

/This book is not accurate to the F1 timeline. I just was to lazy to do that work. Nor is it accurate to IRL timeline. IDC i just wanna write/

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𝐅𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝟒, 1999
Mia

I stared at the track in front of me, counting as the figures ticked with every second. Aimlessly I stand in a crowd of spectators as the cars pass by us faster than we can see.

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"Carter overtakes Häkkinen!" Yelled by the speakers. I glanced at the track, attempting to locate the flash of colors that called the intense battle that unfolded on the asphalt. There it was—a streak of red darting past the familiar hue of blue and yellow.

The move was swift, calculated, and somewhat precise

The crowd erupted into cheers and applause.

My small hands gripped my mothers hand as she stared at the little tv screen, a hopeful but fearful look in her eyes.

The crowd of engineers bustled around the paddock getting ready for a pit.

My little eyes couldn't see much, when the red car zipped into the pit. I could see the head or rather the helmet of my father as the pitcrew changed his tires.

Just as the car sped out of the pit lane and rejoined the race, my heart swelled with pride. My father was out there, racing with the best, part of the championship-winning team.

I watched the screen intently, my excitement mounting.

But as the car approached turn one, everything changed. A deafening boom echoed across the track, followed by a series of gasps and shocked cries from the crowd.

My heart leapt to my throat, and I clung tightly to my mother's hand, sensing something wrong.

I looked up at my mother, her face pale and her eyes wide with fear. "Mom." I tugged onto her shirt, however her eyes remained on the tv "Mom? What happened?" My voice trembled.

She looked down to me her eyes filled with concern. "Let's just hope everyone is okay," she said softly, trying to comfort me, but her voice betrayed her anxiety.

The crowd of engineers and crew stood frozen, the usual excitement and bussling movements were replaced by a heavy tension, their faces drawn with worry.

I watched them, not fully understanding what was happening, but knowing from their expressions and the way my mother held me close that something had gone very wrong.

A part of me, even at seven years old, sensed the situation. The crash, the looks on the adults' faces, the sudden shift in the atmosphere—all pointed to a moment of fear and...

As we stood there, waiting for news, I held onto my mother's hand, hoping with all my heart that my father was okay

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𝐌𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟓, 𝟐𝟎𝟏6
Taylor

The flashing lights from the cameras are something I'll never get used to. Each burst of light temporarily blinds me, but it's part of the job.

I play around with the dress, its fabric flowing elegantly as I shift from one pose to another. The cameras capture every angle, every smile, every turn. It's almost scary.