Fight

P. Eleven

LUNA
'First of all I wanna apologize for my wrack voice, your girl is getting sick. I'm feeling a little bit under the weather,' I say with my best British accent. 'So just ignore that, if you even can hear it.' I'm doing an Facebook live with Will. 'Hopefully you get better soon.' I smile. I hope it too. 'How is formula 1 so far?' My smile grows. 'It's great! It's so different, but amazing. I'm so happy Toro Rosso and Red Bull is giving me this change.' I have a pretty good relationship with Helmut. My grandpa knew him somehow, so I've met him a couple of times before. With Franz I can always have a good laugh. 'You came as a big surprise for us. I don't think there were much people who were expecting you to be in Hartley his place. I wasn't.' But really no one expected me to enter formula 1. Neither was I. There wasn't much talking about me, of course I was driving formula 3. I've been in the Renault junior program a little while, but when I broke my contract with them and sighed a one year contract with Toro Rosso, some didn't believed it and some probably still don't. But I am here. Driving that beautiful seat. And I'm gonna blow all of their minds. I chuckle. 'I wasn't expecting anything else really. But it's fine. I'll forgive you. I'll have to admit I couldn't believe it at first either.' He smiles. 'I can imagine. In December we found out, when did you get the call?' 'After China.' Will looks shocked. 'Really?' I nod. 'Yeah. I started talking to Helmut after I got all my points for the superlicense. I was an option, so I didn't knew yet if I was going to make it into f1. I was hoping.' 'So how did the call go?' I don't think I've ever answer that question before. 'Well, yeah how did it go?' I think for a second. 'He woke me up actually. We had a small chat before he told me. I was wide awake in a split second, but I kept it cool you know. But when he hung up I was dancing in my room.' That's a true story. The dance was ugly, it was a happy dance. 'Mick won the championship last year, you were 3th. You think Mick will be in f1 any time soon?' I shrug. 'I think so, I hope. Mick is a good driver, he really deserves it. But I believe he will follow his fathers footsteps, maybe be better.' Sweet old Mick. We're good friend.

'What kind of car do you own? A question asked allot.' I chuckle. 'I didn't owned a car until like two weeks ago.' 'Really?' He asks. I nod. 'I bought an old safari Jeep from my dad, it's still in Italy, but they are putting new parts in it and it's getting fixed up and all, new coloring.' I can't wait for it to be in Monaco. Cruising around. It's a little weird because I used to sit in the back as a little kid driving trough Genoa and now I bought it. 'Which color?' 'It's black and white I'm keeping it that way, but he used it for his company, I just don't want the logo to be visible anymore.' I like the old look the car has, it's really an old thing. I'm not fixing allot of the inside; there are some holes picked out in the back, where you can fit six people, but I like it. 'What for company does your father own?' I should give him some promo. 'My father own a bar and a restaurant in Genoa. They are both Dutch themed, the food is delicious. You really should check it out Hollandia Power that's the restaurant, go visit, look it up what ever, go do it! If you search it you'll find the bar too, don't drink if your under 18 though.' I smile at the camera. He laughs. 'Good name.' I nod. 'I know. I defiantly have the best last name.' Power, there's nothing better to have. It also suit good with my job. 'Yeah I think you do.'

I knock on the black door. Not much later Daniel opens the door. Both our smiles grow. 'Hi.' I bite my lower lip, nervous. 'G'day,' he says softly. He takes a step to the side, letting me in. 'Are you feeling a little better?' Our rooms look exactly the same, the door closes behind me. I shrug, turning around, facing Daniel. 'Not really actually. It's not like I can't do shit. It's just a cold, so I'd suggest you stay away.' I have a pretty good immune system and I'm not often sick. Like a sore throat and a full nose once a year or not at all, but that's it. Can't remember that I had to stay in bed because I was so sick. Well having the worst ever cramps, but not the flu. I used to pretend that I was sick, just to not go to school, but I wasn't always really sick. Opa knew, Oma not always but they were so sweet to let me stay home. 'Well you can go away then.' He points at the door. I smile, sitting down in the leather chair. 'You're exited for the Jumbo racing days?' Zandvoort is next week and I'm really excited. The whole weekend with Max, surrounded by Dutch fans. 'Very! You had allot of fun last year.' I already see the video of him dancing to YMCA. 'I did.'

'Nova don't! There are expensive stuff here.' With my hands I push Nova away from me in the garage. She's way bigger than me, surprise! Her cheeks are filled with water and she's pretending she's spitting it out. My suit is hanging around my waist, ready to step into the car for qualifying. I still don't feel great, my throat still sore, my headache just left, but will be back once I step in the car. All of a sudden I feel water on my face. She swallows the rest. We both giggle for a little while. 'That was an accident.' My fire proof shirt is a little wet too. I clean my face with a towel. 'It never goes right with you.' Smiling I shake my head. I look at her. Nova would make a perfect plus size model. The height, nice big curves. Yesterday we went late night swimming, we made some funny pictures. Nova holding me up like a bride, she slipped and we fell, thank god we fell in the pool, because it would've been so fucking painful. I also posted a picture of us kissing with the photo series of us falling, got allot of questions about that. About my sexuality. It's just a friendly kiss, like I do with my other girl friends. But I have nothing against gay people, I love it when they show who they really are. We all should be able to live free. Why would you make such a big problem, just because someone loves someone off the same sexuality. 'Time to go.' My heart makes a little jump. Every time I get exited, no matter what it is; practice, a demonstration, qualifying, the race, I get exited every time. Next weekend I'm driving a Austin Martin Red Bull, can't wait. Curious about the differences of the cars.

'What's going on Luna?' My sight comes back. I've only done four rounds. 'Why did you loose speed?' I knew I had to keep driving, but I couldn't continue driving 300 kilometers an hour. I couldn't see the track. The heat in the car isn't helping much either. 'I need to pit.' I pick up the speed more. 'Is it the car?' 'No, it's me.' I need to drive half of the track before I can enter the pit-box. 'Ok come back.' I wasn't continuing either. They all know I'm sick. I wanna drive the race tomorrow. I don't care where I start as long as I start and finish.

Holding on to Jack, one of my engineers, his hand I step out of the car. Everything around me is turning and my legs are wobbly. Quickly I take off my helmet, sit down on the ground against the wall, closing my eyes. 'Water and a towel.' I look up at Franz. I take them both, drinking half the bottle. Then I clean my head, but let the towel on top of my head. Franz crouches down in front of me. I close my eyes again, my head resting in my hands. 'You think you can go back in the car, there are 10 minutes left.' 'I don't know, last five minutes maybe. Where do I stand now?' Not that I don't expect the other drivers to improve me. They will. '12. But I don't want you to get back in the car just so you can start more up front, I don't want you to crash. I want you to feel better.' I nod. 'Alright. Can I have some more?' I move the plastic bottle. Without looking I can tell my Red Bull bottle gets placed in my hand. 'Take your time.' His hand on my knee, I guess he's leaving. I wanna get back in that car. People are around me are talking, but I don't focus on what they are saying.