after a few hours in the garage, and setting up my driver room just the way i like it, it was time for the drivers conference. i met lando and oscar half way to the media centre, and we talked about the track as they had already done their track walk.
"lando was telling me about a duck?" oscar asks.
"yes! lando got it me for my birthday, it's in my drivers room." i tell him.
"obviously named after me." lando says, pulling a a childish smile.
"you named it after him?" oscar asks, laughing.
"well, he made me promise." i reply as we head over to an area where charles was stood waiting, scrolling through his phone before turning it off as he notices us.
"angel, how was the surgery?" he says after greeting us all.
"good thanks, just a bit shit it ruined my birthday." i say.
"did you hear her new song?" lando asks.
"yes i did, well alex did and she told me about it. i think it's amazing that your doing it. it just shows how strong you are." he says.
"thank you." i say, smiling.
"it is, though be ready for questions about it."
"i'll tell them what they need to know, they don't need to know my whole story. i don't think im ready for that yet." i say, feeling slightly reassured with the fact that i know they would stick up for me if someone asks something too personal.
your so pathetic. you need to loose weight, you look like a fat pig. honestly, why would you even eat that smoothie. at least you can hide in that hoodie.
a few minutes later, we sat down in the conference room, lando on my right and charles on my left.
i didn't really listen to the other questions, mostly just staring at the floor lost in my own thoughts. at least until i heard my name.
"so firstly i hope your surgery went well, and of course happy birthday."
"thank you, and yes it did. not the best place to spend my birthday for the second year though." i reply.
"hopefully it won't be a third time next year... this is your third time here at zandvoort, does that give you some confidence that you can have a good race on sunday and make up for lost points?"
"i think ill have a good result, i know the track well, and ive done a lot of practice on the sim in preparation. but its not one of my favourite tracks to race at."
"and how do you think you will adapt to the new upgrade package aston martin have brought with them for this weekend."
"it wont make us the fastest car on the grid, we aren't there as a team yet. but it looks good, and i'll wait until ive driven the car to say how i will adapt to it. hopefully it will give us an advantage on the other drivers. after all im expecting a fight with lando this weekend." i say, looking across at him who was silently laughing.
"is this a threat?" the reporter asks lando as a joke.
"im shivering in my seat already." he replies.
"i reckon i can beat him though. i hope so anyway."
"next question, is there anything you can tell us about your teammate? as you know, his contract runs out at the end of the year. is there any plans to resign lance? or if the team looking for a new driver who can try to pressure you some more.
"i'm not lance, i don't know about his contract. it's his career not mine."
"so you don't care about your teammate?"
"i like lance, but he's my teammate. it's not like we are best friends. like you said yourself he's my teammate. i want what's best for the team."
"okay... lando, how are you feeling ahead of the weekend?" the reporter asks, moving in from my questions.
after a few minutes, it was time for other reporters to ask question.
"angel, this is a question for you. your most recent song, or section of an upcoming song, is this based on recent events. after all it's known you are quite a different weight to the other on the grid."
"uhm it doesn't matter what's happened to me, or when it happened. i know what it means for me and i work around. doesn't affect my driving does it?"
"well does it? your a rookie and consistently finishing races in the top 5, with your teammate not reaching these results."
"well maybe because i'm a good driver? or in your mind am i shit driver who has to break the rules because i'm a girl?"
"i was-"
"no, i don't care what you were doing. i'm not here to argue with reporters who are accusing me of cheating. because for your information i have extra weight added to the car. okay? go weigh my fucking car yourself. im not a cheat, i dont need to cheat." i reply, and after that i didn't get another question and it was finally time to leave.
"was i too harsh?" i ask lando worriedly as we walked through the medical centre.
"no, you're incredible. have you been told that before? i could never have the balls to do that."
"thank you." i reply, laughing a little.
"have you got a busy day?" he asks.
"a bit yeah. a few interviews, a youtube video, track walk, another meeting and i'll probably go for a run later."
"have you forgotten you went to the gym this morning?" lando says.
"oh yeah. what about you?" i reply, trying to laugh it off.
"i got here late, so ill be here longer than planned." he replies, before we say goodbye as we stop outside the aston martin garage.
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