TILLY MARIE NEARLY loses faith in her passion as she refuses to listen to everyone who told her to quit. Everyone but one. And it's the man she met years ago at a racing event she didn't want to attend. Who would have thought that her father's parti...
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I've been with the sky sports people for almost three hours now. My feet are thankful for sticking to a pair of low pump heels instead of running around the paddock and garage with a five inch heel.
And I've been thanking myself for dressing well enough today. It doesn't even look like I'm here as a support for Red Bull. My linen shirt is loosely tucked in my bell-bottom jeans, two buttons are undone to allow the air to flow freely through my body. The Chanel belt hugs me so tight, I feel as if I have little to no oxygen to breathe in. A Red Bull jacket is worn over my shirt, and I left it unzipped as I feel warm.
I had never worked on a full live set before. It was nerve wracking to say the least. But after finding out that my father practically sold me, I feel as if I have nothing to lose. Suddenly I'm worse than a pessimist.
My sisters made sure to tell me that I'm live on television by sending filtered photos of myself. Our youngest sister is the one having the field day with the group chat. She's been showing her friends that I'm on television. She better be thankful I love her. I never enjoyed being the topic of a discussion. I've heard enough from Christian, thank you.
So far, I haven't thrown up nor fainted. That counts right? That means that my first two interviews went alright. I just have to laugh along. That's what I did with Fernando and Kimi. They just laughed along, and flirted a little with me. Or rather, Fernando joked and Kimi flirted; something about going for a drink? Yeah, certainly. The man doesn't even talk much, but he definitely suggested we went for a drink (the right words were: "There's a bar downstairs at the hotel that you may like.") Fernando's married and has a nearly year old baby— I would really hate to do something demoralizing.
It turns out, laughing along with their banter will bite me in the ass. Because I know my sisters will be the ones laughing at the television.
The cameras are already recording and I can't hear myself speaking as I introduce Lewis and Nico Rosberg to the camera as if I'm speaking to an audience. Then I remember talking about the qualifying today, asking Nico about taking the pole for tomorrow.
My words are simply flowing out of my mouth as the interview goes on.
"Are you excited?" Few minutes passed by, I then turned to ask Lewis a question.
"For wha'?" He asks, obviously confused as he zoned out during my conversation with Nico.
"Home race? You coming from Britain and representing the country?" I remind him before joking, "Or did you forget you're British too?"
"I certainly did," he realizes what I meant just about now, "but yes. I'm very excited. If the weather treats me right tomorrow, I'm confident that I'll be able to make it to somewhere of a higher rank."
