Pierre had somehow managed to get on the podium Pierre. He was Stood on the 3rd place step searching the crowd. He didn't know who he was looking for, maybe it was a destruction from the anxiety that he had. It had been years since he last stood in front of a crowd like this. His eyes landed on Max.Full or dread for the next year. As the Monaco anthem came to an end, Pierre passed out.
He woke up to Lando knelt over him and someone yelling in French. He pushed himself up into a sitting position.
"I am fine. Just the race caught up to me." Pierre said.
He stood up and with the help from Lando and Charles.
"Can you make the conference?"
Lando asked.
"Yeah, uh. I'm fine," Pierre groaned.
The conference went pretty good. Pierre barely had to talk.
"Last question."The Interviewer
Said. "To Lando and Pierre with a day like today are you going to miss this next year?" Pierre pointed to Lando, letting the younger man go first, Lando nodded.
"I do have a sit for next year, I'll Be driving for RK, with Oscar," Lando Said, with the brightest of Smiles.
"Im Driving for MK, Next year." Pierre said, he was thankful that the day was over.
The last race of the year went as expected. Max won, Charles came in second, and Lando finished third.
