Fight

P. One

LUNA
Wannabe beats through my head phones. Me dancing along a little, my feet patting on the ground, my head moving. I smile at the camera that's pointing in my direction. I'm so excited and can't wait to step into my car. First official Formula 1 race for me. Going to formula 1 from formula 3 is a big step. I'm happy Red Bull is willing to give me a change. I've done allot of practicing this winter and I'm so ready to get in the car and race. I don't wanna disappoint them. Less than 45 minutes or so till we start. Time goes so slow but I try to kill it with my music. I have allot energy right now. Qualified 17th yesterday. I thinks it's a great start for my first race, I also could've started last. My goal for today is finishing. We'll see. I'm enjoying my first official race weekend and sitting in the car is one of the best feelings ever. Sitting in the car makes me forget the world around me and all my problems. Then it's just me doing my thing I'm good at and love. 'It's time to go.' My smile grows. Yay! I place my headphones around my neck and give my grandparents a hug. It is time. The drivers parade was fun, had a chat with Max in Dutch; my fellow country mate. 'Have fun. This is where you've been working on. Enjoy every second,' my opa gives me some wise words. 'I will.' He holds on to my hand. 'Your mom would've been proud of you.' I smile. 'I know.' I think my grandpa is nervous. We've been doing this together for so long and now I'm here. Finally. My first race in formula 1.

Harsh I press the pedal when the light go out. My heart beating fast and the adrenaline rushing through my body. Tight I hold on to my steering wheel. Move to the inside, already gaining one place somehow. When we starting to get closer to the third corner I see the McLaren and Williams cars in front of me hit each other. I turn my wheel left, no right. Left. Right G! Dit word niks. I go big time over the right curb, avoiding the orange car in front of me. Not knowing if I touched someone, I continue racing my race, I did loose a place or two. There is carbon flying around and it isn't going to surprise me if there is going to be a safety car. 'Any damage?' I hear through the radio. 'Car feels good.'

'What is the English version of: dit word niks, dit word niks, dit word niks?' I ask singing definitely not at the best time, seeing the white car getting closer. Don't think so bitch. I turn my wheel left, taking some curbs. When I look in my mirror I see the car is close. I turn right entering corner twelve. I give some more power. Hopefully Pierre know what I'm talking about. 'The song is Hey ya! The band is something with cast I think,' I continue my conversation. I've had that bit in the back of my head since the start, we're on the half of the race or so now. It's very annoying, I know it's not what they sing in the song, because it's Dutch what I'm singing. But what do they sing? The white car is a little while behind me, losing its phase. 'Then what makes it.' That he seriously answered, I wasn't expecting that to be honest. But I'm glad he did. 'That doesn't make sense.' I hear some chuckles. 'Now let's focus back on the race will ya.' Yeah the race. I'm twelfth, gained five places after the crash I lost two, but I got those boys again.

I already start smiling when I see Jack waiting on me, smiling too. 'Guusje! What was that for question?' I shrug. 'That bit has been on my mind after the crash constantly. It got in my mind when I thought I wasn't going to make it through that corner. But I did.' I'm so happy. I made the fucking finish line. 'Happy with your first race?' Quickly I nod. 'Definitely. P13, that's crazy. I'm still a bit overwhelmed. Wasn't expecting to end up pretty high in my first f1 race, qualifying was already a great start. Once I'm fully comfortable in my car we're going to score some points.' There where five cars that did not finish, glad I'm not one of them. He nods one time. 'Thank you.' I smile, walking to the next reporter.

I take out the Dutch braids, I made myself yesterday. I was too lazy to re-do them. I can't wait to lay down in the bath and relax. Watch my series, Shooter. Tomorrow I'm exploring Melbourne with my family. I'm excited. My hair is out of the braids pretty quick, I don't have long hair, a little over my shoulders when it's curled. Wet it's a couple centimeters longer. Today was a good day.

My curls are for 70% dry. I move them a round a little as I watch myself in the bathroom mirror. I had a good morning run, I run around the track. I apply some black mascara. Fill in my eyebrows a little. Before applying some more lip balm I let my cheeks and nose shine with some lovely highlighter. My music stops, one of my best friends is calling me on FaceTime. Happy I pick up. 'Yay congratulations!' I can't stop smiling. We're both a bitch something, but I love her so much. We've been together since the second year if high school. She's a real smart ass and all I did was a quick college year and a half just so I have a decent degree. Not that I need it with racing, but you never know when it goes bad. It is my backup. Well was, I made it into formula 1! 'Thank you! When are you coming?' I see her shrugging. I leave the bathroom. 'When do you want me to come?' She asks as I let myself fall down on the bed. Not as good as my own, but this one is good. 'Doesn't matter, whenever it's suitable for you.' Nova loves "normal" cars, she knows every brand and which type it. You don't have to ask me that. I know most car brand, but which type.. that's a big no go. But I got her to watch f1 on the Sundays. 'Just think about it. I'm going for lunch with my fam, so I have to go.' She looks questioning. 'Time difference.' Now she nods. She smart but she's also such dumb actions sometimes. That really makes me question her. It's funny. We say goodbye to each other.

'Luna!' I hear behind. When I look backwards, the Renault driver already sprints his way over to me. My heart starts to beat a little faster. His curls wild move on top of his head. I've always found it funny when boy/man run and their hair moves up and down, especially that one string on the back of their head. Love it. 'Hi.' I smile at him. 'Hi,' I say softly. Why did that came out so soft? 'You did good yesterday.' I can't stop smiling. Ugh. 'Thank you.' I take his compliment. Daniel is a good driver. His move to Renault really surprised me. 'You surprised me last summer. With changing teams,' I explain further. Just in case he doesn't get it. Daniel hasn't stopped smiling either and neither can I right now. It's hard not to smile, because you're thinking about it. 'Yeah, I guess I surprised allot of people.' I nod. I bet. But I think him moving to Red Bull is gonna do him good, a fresh start. 'The market went crazy.' I chuckle. He nods. 'But you, you're coming from formula 3, you must be good.' I feel myself blush. I shrug. 'Yeah didn't thought I would enter f1 this quick but apparently they are seeing something in me. There are so many great drivers on the market. But I wanna show what I got and I'm happy they are giving me this opportunity.' 'I'm sure you'll do good.' That's sweet of him to say. I hope so too. I really don't wanna disappoint anyone. 'How do you pronounce your name again?' I shake my head, still with the smile. He's never going to get my first name, it's too difficult. To foreigners I usually use my second name Luna just because they can pronounce is. Most interviewers use Luna, except Dutch and Belgian people; oh and the stubborn one, but it's fun it always make me smile. 'Guusje.' I see him thinking. 'Guusje,' he softly pronounce it, totally wrong, but oh so funny. I giggle. 'I'm gonna get it one day.' I nod. Yeah sure. The g is too difficult for him. 'What are you up to?' 'Lunch with the grandparents.' He nods. 'Enjoy! I have to go this way.' He points at his right. 'Thank you. See ya.' 'Bye.' And we separate in different directions.

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*Again a Daniel story?
Yep
*Seriously another curly haired girl?
What can I say, I'm obsessed with curls!
*Again from Dutch origin?
Yeah but also Italian!

Hope you enjoy my third Daniel Ricciardo story!